soon as
they
hold
liquid
guns
mortars
of
hatred

the
mystical
wings
dodging
also
the
inner
man

bombs
of the
mob
their
grace
a
sloppy
self
ish
ness
if you
were
that
ugly
you
too
would
need
a
sleep
ing
bag
cop
out

walking
brave
emer
alds
hide
ing
from
mud
weak
ness

patience
only
a cotton
ball
soaked
in the
eternal
moment

the
fracas
my
sword
in
my
own
neck
or i
would
chase
you
into
your
instant
abyss

so much
for the
tone
of
sacri
fice

sa
cri
fice
our
war
with
your
portable
conscious

wow that was a quick reply, thank you, mountain eagle, the quick draw, but eternal faith, you are cool!

jimmy

You so make me think!

Vicki, you're awesome, thank you, flame1cutie

peace

I too sit back and inhale all and again re-evaluate my inner space,,,

((( Jimmy ))))

Nice!!