Saturday, February 28, 2009

The Wild Tongue 2/21/09-2/27/09 11:29 AM

By the looks of it you would never have been able to guess.
Innocent as a chickadee peaking out a nest.
Yet aggressive like a bachelor who wants to get that kiss.
Impacting the pace of the transition.
Not pushing it to hard, but just enough.
Allowing the clouds to dissolve into obvious layers.
Young talented outstanding answers delivered.
A mysterious kissing sound from the suction cup.
Auction for tension tense sight seeing castles.
Massive amounts of meaningless gestures.
Gentle endless rows of water colored rain drops.
Cooling off the soup when it seems to hot.
Letting some steam out the overlapping lid.
Off they go rain hail and snow.
Wondrous mountains full of minerals.
Natural erupting tempting tasteful ways to organize.
Granted it is a tough one but that to shall pass.
Arguments out front removing the mask.
Cast-iron crystallized stale air.
Rejuvenated through a firm steady breathing pattern.
A sweet smile reminding us of our intuitive purpose.
A surreal feeling enclosing upon our divine dimensions.
Some are willing to go out of there way to consider it a duty.
A done deal, the cosmic ending to the emotions that you feel.
Rising vibrations brilliant spectacle of light and love.
Listed as stone cold yet hotter then a wood stove.
A miraculous leap toward achieving a new goal.
Forward continuously pressing on, never missing a beat.
Training heavy in advancing various art forms.
Restraining to retain your own reason.
Now nosier then ever, the absent mind wonders.
Pondering the decreasing shore line of what was once a lake.
Now a pond of memories for the fish to swim through.
Three on the hook the catch is best when cooked.
Soaked in its own sauce to increase the flavor.
Interesting rest of the night.
You point out some potent temptations.