My moonfull night where i grow my words in the shadow of the valley.
that’s where they bloom
lily white and heavy with sleeping dreams of blood and love
Moonlight gravel, carpet stains and the mind’s machine gun
My words are my bullets
My words are more than veses lined up.
They are more than letters arranged in patterns.
They reveal the shape
the spirit
the attitude
the meaning behind the veil that shadow my intent.
My words sketch pictures in my mind …
kind,loving words add colour and shape.
They change how I feel
how I think
how I act
They shif tthe fabric of my reality
the weave of my thoughts
They add shadow
They add light to my day.
They paint the map of my heart
Words have power.
Beware...
I am the wolf in my words
And...I am the hunter two...
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