Alchemy

a good one - like utopia with nothing to worry about. food on the table, a roof over the head and lots of barbie dolls or toy solders.

a slide becomes a fall, but not the great fall, just a rabbit hill bump. hiccup away that stump growing behind, like roots seeking earth deep. and earth is hard, unrepentful

all hail caesar till the death god took pity then claimed what was his all along.

clattered sun downs drooping like halley's comet whose tail is fading out on a brilliant super nova stealing the show. with haggard stars languishing away from burnt out syndrome, drawn by black holes unconsciously tugging at strings

ah to be blissful, to be happy, to be all the things - that makes life what? pleasurable is not meaning, meaningful may not be pleasure. certainly one needs only look to the saints that walked the talk,

time spent telling stories it's never about. it's about proximity, becoming that which clashes, first stranger than an awareness predictions have almost never

screech !!! stab, needles in the brain, !!! red, purple, orange, amber - green fees accumulate.

hooks captured a gaze lingering a little too long. try to pry out

a bouquet of dreams a wrapped hope a warm fuzzy something a kindred a flashing screenplay a hot air balloon always on fire

dizzy awareness, salivate for a drop of nectar - just out of reach. hanging over your head, reach back, a little backwards, try to grasp a yearning, a longing, a tide cascading, a waterfall, rushing headlong