the swinging doors of humanity
the blue paradise trees
the green scene
an aura around
each skinned
soul

the paramour
of amour

carries scent
of violet
storms

the floors
of heaven and hell
how they became
the earth and sea
is beyond me

yet here
we are
without
being here

invisible
yet caught
up in a
body of
bruises

looking though
the kaleidoscopic eyes
of mankind
i see the spirit
of life
i thought
truth changed
but i know now
it is the face
in the face
that never changes
and this is
the face
of god

the iron masks
of centuries
the puzzled souls
cannot see
for they
cannot see
themselves

i see
broken images
that need
to go away
but its just
parts of me
that need
to go
away

jim it is great to see you back and active...

God I loved this...
Made so much sense to me...Thanks Jimz...

K.C. and Ainjel, thank you

(((Jim))) All of those parts of you are what truly make the whole so don't make them go away, just bend them to make the focus a little brighter.

sweet

The shadowed journey creates and imbues the blinding light of revelation. Very well done........