"Define Okay"....

Trouble; friends and loves spewing...always "it will be okay"....

Maybe everyone's definition of okay is different as we are all SO different.

Relativity is what makes it bearable...

What? is the what?

That your own gift to exit into what ever you need to is necessary must succeed...

That love you receive from even strangers...may just be enough to conquer your suffering...

and in your triumph a  piece of dirt will transform into a dream come true...amen

Time Turns

Handcuffed; hourglass fashions of today's; tomorrow's and every day's duties.

This vision I have of timelessness can only be owned and lived in the next world...

where there are no sands that do count the moments of our time....

Kisses, ecstasy! Remember nothing that ever cut you metaphoracally or otherwise...

Wisdom, freedom and LIFE that you can't dream of....in the sweetest dream that in your greatest moment could belong to thy heart :)

Therefore; make every moment count.

Scars

Representational of pain; actual visually of one's life's journey....sad.

Badges of honor like an officer;  or shame; or in-between; we were then as;

tokens; artifacts; rewards;  and wonders and sacrifices of glories and defeats and a  lot of almost....

Like;  a dying anything that within lingers life;

God; "There is a time to be born and a time to die; and I Will judge thee!".

The first drawing may just be the winning card in this poker game ;)

Expression Runs Deep

That flow; mark; line...the money maker!

That which make your intention IT!

Your expression comes from  everything around you and around us; within us.

Prize it!

It may be your greatest gift....

To express yourself  inspite of the "heat"...is one of the most ironic stars that shine the brightest in the darkest nights...

Last of the Innocence - Animals

Why will the delicacy of a Butterfly land not on thine eye; the window to the soul...

Loss of innocence; touch one of these flower fowl and they die from lost of artistic pigmentation.

Fragility; innocence; was lost to us; as humanity.

Four leafed clovers come upon us once in awhile; by surprise!

Meteor gifts; Christmas morning moments...

Innocence and there not; frustrate our separation; unless they are passing...or feeling empathetic; perhaps?

that's our chance to grasp any....?

Covenant tears drawn on High shower away my sins in the sign of hope.

Wish

I wish...for a spirit as iridescent as the moon's halo and holds as much power and beauty...

Impossible...lost it, already, sometimes, you should turn left when you should turn right...nothing is trivial...

God, I miss my most heavenly fragrance.

O miss like twin separated at birth it seems....fucking love?


I find a puzzle...a beautiful and sooo horridly ugly one...both happening at the same time..

To love and not acquire is obstinately the worst fortune.

To wait for some foreseen instant is like the hope I find in sunsets where I find something to live for forever, every evening at that.

Shalom.

Ice Princess

Cold glances and ice pick glares utter love's flaming hearts.

Irony; sizzling; fighting the flakes from on High to cool my delusions of must haves.

Numb now; nothing now;

Geometric shapes of yesterdays forming artistic values and hourglass timings of acceptance.

Relief that once frozen; it doesn't hurt.

Fire is all that melts ice...

I prefer the chill of reckless abandonment and searching endlessly for the first blooms of hope...

Spring must come.

Seasons pass and to every thing there is a season.