Walking In Cracked Palms

Farewell…

The climate changed to alright…

Love the naked trees…

Stripping out of there bright leaves…

Exitic dancing…

Waves of  wind chanting…

Ancient hymnals…

On the backs of golded wind chimes…

 

Feel free to chime in…

In the world…

I really only live for two things…

A handful of real family…

To a history discovering the truths of…

People, places and things…

 

The bright red raven…

Burgandy eyed…

what’s it’s name?

In deep love with the…

In eyes of mine…

Spiritual body’s that..

Interests me in shapes of glow…

In my dreams I stay wulk…

 

I understand…

The intensity of how individual…

Human minds work…

All five points of tunneled vision…

I can see…

What they love, fear and hate…

Venting to passionately wait for…

Whom or what…

When your stuck…

Anxious or crush…

Fighting or catching a flight…

Real or fake…

More and more…

 

This joke calls me crazy…

I call crazy a joke…

Dont take note……………

This is strictly off the record…

Maybe even make believe…