dollmaker

Your eloquent style, your beauty and grace,a pallor expression you wear on your face,  The wind-worn softness and purity lies,the clouds in the dusk that I find in your eyes...  A hand on your cheek, my tears in your heart,the seasons, the longing, the two of us apart.  My finger now aches for the touch of your hair,joy and perfection, froze still in the air,  Lost to the moments we held until now,I cry in the night as the snowflakes come down.- K. Frost

I sing a bard’s tale,A woeful song,A joyous song,A celebration of the facets of life.  I am often misunderstood and I feel frustrated as I celebrate.  When I celebrate the elements of my person, I pride myself as one with many talents and gifts.Intelligent, dynamic, and curious by nature, I move quickly, absorbing much, expressing my creativity, skill, and cunning, like an elf.  Dually noted, I am a twisted, writhing soul;            an emotionally disturbed,            moody natured,            internally destructive,            reactively prone,            a slacker by two,            a manipulator in whole,            doomed to sing a s...

A mushroom has no door like a Psyche in a bottle, (no outlet for creativity)So it pours in salty rivulets from ocular portals, (the only perforations for the soul)But eyes are deceiving; (the government is deceiving)A few pages are missing, (they went crazy with the White-Out)On a good day, (the bleeding stops)But that’s why we have sponges, (and Brillo pads)- K. Frost