Great blue world for you...

Things for real

To good to be true

Queen of the Angels

And spaghetti westerns

Across the heart

Crossing the fingers

Opening new doors

The rain pours

Glassy drops!

There are cities in my mind

But none to compare with

Dream City

No place that takes me there

Nothing beyond compare

Where I find myself

Out in heaven somewhere

In Dream City

Yea,,

Feed something that is yet

Tarnish the gold with art

The snake comes

It has a focus as it moves

Crossing over ruins to

The walls below

And breaks them open

You see an angel now

Within your dreams.

As a heart wanders forth yonder

Leave some notes around

Mostly love letters to some bride

Keep that heart open wide

The maze expands and contracts

Have a way to navigate

Struggle through a crowd

And then turn blue

Then green

And red

You are ready!

Red nail polish can grow

Never knowing the Maxine's dream

Trains for fog banks blood 

Tar on the cigar blemishes

Two fellows in the shadow

Bored by the sound of screams

One drunk with a darkened 

Street

Fearless lips speak elegance

Something misunderstood pushed

Till ankle deep in the

Street

Three story buildings and me.

I see the glass ceiling

Like passions frosting

A fish electrified is a sight

Eyes

That staggering complexity

Fails

And I see green.

Intuitions fly by night

Gold is holding you back

Though as darling as sex

Parting coins in death marches

A costly battle for the unwise

Tripping through a burning forest

Caution gets passion

Lips speak and sounds like nonsense

Your jumping actions

Make you no cat woman

And the sight

And the sight

Nightly burning bright

Zebras dancing in a circle

So there are dancing dreams

If you come to life

To open the water hole

Brave person with grasp

To rip my chest

I ride the wave

Dude!

Dear so darling��

It is now time to compoets your sex change and seek out the new village idiot.  On your trip you may eat beef jerky and walnuts!  We shall rendevoux soon at Fantasy Beach.  This will lead you to the crystal moon base and the giant alligator swamp!  Watch the blood on the beach and dance hopscotch.  Grandpa arrives from the sky on a jet pack with a flame thrower and torches hundreds of trees then gives wise advise,  he zooms away laughing gleefully!

So it is a puzzle to the next level

Hot lava in the conversation

So sorry you ate my lines

It was funny in the wave machine

And when it freezes

They pray on their feet

As if they were on remote

She plays music

With her long black hair

Fancy her opinion

It is steel wool

Not hood winked fools

Coming down

Coming down

Expanding to bend all

Love makes bird calls

A kiss to sleep with

For your dreams

Humming bird reality

Oceans remind of planted

Imaginations!