brilliant purple lilac like dasies envelope the densley piled busy room, yet juniper aroma's flutter thru the air like august late rain it feels like june! merry emotions swift on by, jolly thoughts sway, feet flicker through the saw wood dust, noises are about, yet this feeling of unsureness floats discontentally like rust. Pearls are shiny, fish is sleak, diamonds are hard, and lame people reflect being weak. The red room is stern, cold to the touch, and if you want to enter on in, you better skip your way or supper will turn into brunch!

gleams and but should have been incorporated or infused somehow within the body of my poem, but can't win em all..

Hey Kirk,,heck man,,I write a sentence,,erase it,,do it over,,and over,,lol,and then,,hell,,Imight throw all fifteen lines away,,and start again,,writing to me,,flows as I write it out,,with my minds understanding it,,as the readers,,will read it,,,lol.
ITS ALL ABOUT,,YOUR feelings,,and YOUR PICTURE that you create through the words you type down..
Your room here,,is the focuss and all in which YOU,,place in it,,is what we sense,,or see,,or know,,thats in it..WE get to come into your flowered room and SNIFF,,lol,with ya..This is COOL,,nice write..