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

paramour of amour
carries the scent
of violet
sweet storms
and pulsating
gentle tornados

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

yet here
we are
without
being here

invisible
but caught up
in a body
of bruises

as we
look
through the
kaleidoscopic
eyes
of mankind
we 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

iron masks
of centuries

puzzled souls
cannot see
for they
cannot see
themselves

and I see
broken images
that need to go
away
but it is really
just parts of me
that need
to go away

and me and you
will be
somewhere
someplace

and if you
believe
that's nowhere
well, that's somewhere

and my eyes
see
what my eyes
see
and the eyes
that see
through
my eyes

Nice write!

This is really good!

Sometimes people are soooooo blind even when they have site...

(((jimmy)))

susan, thank you

kate, peace

jimmy

Jimmy

Bravo,,,

Nowhere, somewhere, everywhere... There are no parts that need fixing or leaving behind just parts that aren't as sweet as others... unique

Right on Jimmy......

nicely done jim...