crack-ed

[sc] r [e] am [a] bles

Well, do ya think..
do ya?
And do ya feel..
do ya?
And what’s that line drawing
up around your smiling eye?

Well, do ya think I could draw that line for ya?
doo da
And do ya feel me?
doo da doo da

I sure hope so.

listless

i’ve been leant this life to lead
learning that lines and lies will lessen the load
of the leering, lonely lurkers of lost times…

but when the wind wants the lift…
lament and repent. 

but, listen,
the worth is less
with words

Faint flutterings 
found a breeze
Tickling tendrils
turn daydreams
While a catching breath echoes, 
to be to be
to be to be

Faint flutterings
found a breeze
Tickling tendrils
turn daydreams
While a catching breath echoes,
to be to be
to be to be

marbles

they were never lost
count them one by one
precious little worlds

if you find them
after you hide them