Violet-Petunia

a girl's eyes peek through the window little black beads looking out the night envelops the outside under its dark coat looking back as if to check for intruding parents she quickly grabs a circular mirror she sits on the sill of the open window and leaps her bare feet feel the impact on the soft soil cold blades of grass peeking between her toes she takes the round mirror she's holding and places it on the ground she walks back step by step and looks into the mirror now a portal to another world the stars, holes poked through night's coat into the heavens now brought to earth, reflected on the glass she just held in her hands behold, o stars

I prayed to God three times in my life, Once for my job, again for my wife. The third was strange yet made sense to me. "Please God, O Lord, I just want a tree." The city reeked of trash and exhaust. Clean streams and plants seemed forever lost. I went to bed and had a vision, Lord Almighty made a decision. Woke the next day with a tree right there, "Hey God, thank you, so you heard my prayer..." I stopped to think of my location: a place nearby specialized in cremation. It connected, for what I did see is that God grew a skeleton tree!

My dearest Mirna, my life and love Apple of my eye, my turtle dove You're the bluest sky, the sun and moon The frost of winter, the warmth of June Crown of my kingdom, beautiful queen The gentle tea leaf, strong coffee bean My sweet hand holder, my confidant The only treatment I truly want. Scissors in left hand, cord in right To see you again, I'll lose the fight.

one trip to the circus means exploring the world of misfits and their frivolous ways of taking the human mind and chewing it like bubble gum until the bubble explodes at last into glimmering, shining confetti gracefully falling as feathers do nobody else can hide a world inside a whimsical tent like circus performers for they are masters of containing magic and sealing it

Mushroom spores take root Deep inside the lungs and grow Out the nose and mouth

There once was an old man named Winter, Who, with glasses lost, was a squinter. He blamed his friend Fall, Who did nothing at all, So he stripped Fall's trees into splinters.