Scott thinks five

    A SECRET MOST KNOW SHUSH Out of touch Out of reach Inside quietly screaming loud Huge invisible boundaries Painfully taught through years How many know this? The miserable joke Never funny as reality and real laugh Still passion through the skin and gestures Only to be shrugged off as the beast is friendly Out to dream Out to roll the uphill rock to be crushed Life the house that always wins In the eyes so many shush their doubts as they view of the face that trickles disgust Is this close to truth? don’t worry it will be safe A secret most shush

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A Piece of new art Art by. Scott W. Reynolds 

  TIC TAC IRIS Look deep, tic tac deep A reason, a closeness unexplained  Revel in the more of you Enjoy the beauty of hue Silence of the words hope to share The corny realm meeting To joining a mutual dream Feel the breath of each other Soothing the scars that seem like framing for stronger souls Castaways to a secluded beach shore Thankful for the storms of mistakes Falling to back to the stars Call of the curtain, life stage right In a blink, dilation eased, a joker of the deck Tic tac iris

                                                    SOUL MEASURES Brought to this realm No choice, an unheard demand Twinkle little one, a story begins Ease the reins on what is wanted For others want more, and eyes are away Enjoy the humor for outside smiles are at you Reminded in reflection, selfies are not recommended Bah inner beauty still reserved for hallow ones   Result of natures joke? Simple what will others say? The real measure Souls learn and accept their sentence The trial never explained, no defense plan The universal rule Pain and relief, cry and laugh Skin ones trot the deep souls here Souled ones, somewhere exists in harmony And some souls always walk alone Cast to other planes Asking too many questions Never allowed the angel of closeness This is the measure of thin and shallow Soul measures

                                            ZERO IS UP Loudly quietness when walked by Only the eyes profess the words not you Like a sleeping tree in winter words not needed Treated like a hideous beast That seems to be ready to attack Secretly a loss only for the keepers Dreams keep the future close to the tips of the pupil This express way of mistakes in full rush hour Began with zero to sixty Listen to all the answers Standing on paper mache pedestal A small smile and a quiet chuckle Many have been there, welcome In rubble dreams pull on fingers and arms Up to where lesser candles look for stereo heroes happily blah blah Scars and only beautiful souls stand firm on zero Stars pull and moon lights the eyes on dark times Zero is up

          HAND FOR BRAIN KNUCKLES Not your day, in perception The sunshine is for sharing Closing the shades of the fingers, for help The mirrors are really others Holding their own pain and intentions Selfie is the pixels, others are the humans Centered in this vastness ironically is not made for one Dust from undefined distances we all are Still the persistence of denying an ear of care knuckles the brain In the midst a soothing soul with hand open Waits for the when will it be there Deemed to be not trusted When expressed in ways others only humiliate As they giggle of lust. A twinkle in the heart and calmness when near   Then with look away, lost or just a hand to logic Hand for brain knuckles