5’s , 10’s , 20’s all belonging to the air        
Moving alive, green presidents
Moving alive, pushing brown caskets
The ground isn’t sliding, but the heat is hitting
Providing the leak printing keeps it clean
Draw it, light it so the copiers’ drain sink doesn’t sit with it in
The inner me has a beam of destiny in pink sour mix ink
Watching the lemonade pour out sweet ****
Declining markets are on the line with the paid growing cuz the business is moving the lemons into lime trees
Bushes be on fire **** that’s where the horse leads b

So many colors in the world
too many to see
and pick from.
people that have a favorite color
astound me.
How can you choose something that
stands out in a world of beauty?
Who am I to say that green is my favorite color
on a day when I am clearly feeling blue?
Tell me something I don't know about a color,
and I will absorb into my skin
and live in the pigment.
But show me a pretty flower and suddenly
I'm consumed by red.
Let me smell a beautiful scent
that reminds me of purple,
or a song that screams magenta
and I am nothing but the rainbow.

A patty
in the
garden rose
and he
can lure
herb and
cater his
whim to
fancy those
gimbals and
freckles on
faces of
a widow
to ensconce
an offing
he drew
in wear.

Blue,  red, yellow, green.
So many colors and shades in which the world can be seen

Opening
Shining
Angel of the Sun
Each Color of the Rainbow
One by one                            
Red
Orange
Yellow
Orange  
Blue
Purple

Dancing together
within the  white crown of unity.
Twinkling and shining
Mirroring the universe within
Yes,  sea of green leaves in a
Breath of the blue azure sky!

Rainbows from violet to magenta
Together within my crystalline gift
Forever within the heart of unity!

My dear Angel of the Sun
You have blessed me with
The fire of life!

A knowing  intuition,
Echoes, we are all
Suns within the Universal Heavens!

Reaching out with her warmth,
"My dear Butterfly, fly!"
"My dear Angel of Sun, thank you."

Nurtured Destruction.

Self Loathing.
In emotion.
Corroded by dawn.
Bare.
Hopeless running.
Water until the sun.
Meets thee eyes.
Left stood under what has been.
Time.
& purpose.
All while slept for the early.
& your lover's loving rise.
For eternity.





Garrett Johnson.

like sage or olives
tastes like meadows and fresh dew
like forests and life