Like the tattered shoe.
In the,dust and corner
Sits in the.back of the.closet.right
Hand rummages
And brings forth YOU.

The left foot  without mate.
Memories of our last journey etched carelessly on the sole....oh yes,the muddy trail...abides.
Must remember.

To the hunt now for the pairing a story needs tellimg lest it be just ink on the page or a jealous memory.
A blossom in aspic...come out come out wherever you are.

To the hunt..under the bed search every corner.may be discarded in a fit of cleaning while searching for higher meaning.
come out come out wherever you are.I need you more than ever now.
old shoe.

On hwy to hvn.

Dicey spot. The drivr is a sott.

Take a chance on happenstance for.
Furthur up the road..

Pull to the curb.
And toss out cookies.
Peal off aginn.

I fling my netted snare and it umfurls in salted air it widens as it lingers aloft then falls .
Weighted borders dictate.
A THING OF GREAT MAJESTY.
THEN.
To depth.
To souls unawares.

To gentle carress.
To gentle embrace...then settle.
To the lights embrace...soft insistence.comes truth  and the light . Break free of all conceptions.  now rise  from depths of ignorance
to turbulent Revelations.

but for a moment then peace is my reward....calm assurance awaits you....I am the light of life the way.
so rise and face the day.

I am the Fisher of men souls and the light to shine the way.

Even more beautiful when flustered.

Brush the hair from your face. Your eyes glisten more brightly.
Am I wrong my sweet ?

I have nothing to encumber me.
I have been set free.

Am I wrong ?

My dear,  there are many parts to me.
Inquire within.

You are beautiful from arms reach.

Lucky man who owns the key.

Please forgive me for any indiscretion.

I am a man no more no less.
Your aura it intoxicates me
And I desire your burning flesh

Your carnal nubility.
Your spirittual energy it whispers
Tenderly as your eyes linger,longer.my heart skips, the pounding in my ears grows stronger.

So again I pose the question

Am I wrong ?

One Destiny.

One goal.ants to the task ,warriors

One..death

Honor ?
Who is to say.

Freedom is not without cost.
Strong hearts meet task.

Weak ones can only bask.

Cant swallow my Tilapia for the girl across the room.
My.soups.gettin cold cause of miss Boom Boom.
Looking to my right penne pasta chicken. Boy my 20/20 vision is takin a lickin.
Not really my style but the seating is what it is Soo...

Tig O Biddys got me in a bind.
Biddys in front and Biddys on the side.
Biddys one mile high and.ten miles wide.
Like dicing.onions
They made me. Shake my head and cry