christopher |
February 10th, christopher was born and diedI wondered and worried and labored and criedI went to the hospital laboring that dayhis future unknown a baby he stayedall promises, hopes and dreams all go...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Feb 2010 05:07:00 GMT |
LIVING |
oh the commoness of human life, the frailty of it allit comes and goes like time in a bottletick tock, tick tock, the running clockthe sand in the hourglass like days of our livesthe simple things in ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 06:27:00 GMT |
more than a pet |
Like a primitive, I buried my constant companion, wrapped in flannel kitten sheet. I dug and chopped my way through the roots to the lilac trees he played in by day and crept through by night. Scrap...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Feb 2010 07:04:00 GMT |
The coming of light |
Even this late it happens;The coming of love,the coming of light.You wake and candles are lit as if by themselves,stars gather, dreams pour into your pillowssending up warm bouquets of air.Even this l...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Feb 2010 11:23:00 GMT |
it's christmas time |
have a holly jolly christmas, wrap presents, have a beerhave a drink or two while wrappingit's the best way to spread cheerpick some very pretty paperand some invisible tapeget to wrapping, only five ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:54:00 GMT |
STOLEN THOUGHTS |
Life itself is neither good nor evil. It is the place of good and evil, according to what you make it. Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that fear has no power and the fear of freedom shr...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Dec 2009 05:30:00 GMT |
check out time is forever |
we aren't here to make a markthe marks are left on usa testament of the life we leadgood,bad, or indifferent.we aren't here to figure out our purposebut to live with purposesmiling at the sun abovetry...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Nov 2009 23:12:00 GMT |
The rain of mad=ness |
it just that we arewe have to beour purpose not knownthe hour we are alonewill we know what to doin the streets how its doneup above is not therenot there, was always a farcewe only have what we seeth...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:51:00 GMT |
merrily we speed along |
merrily we speed alongalone the tires squealthe night is wetthe rain is sweatfrom work produced in yearsmerrily we speed alongwithout denying wrongwe speak so slowabout our foewe just ran over himmerr...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Oct 2009 06:00:00 GMT |
poetry slam |
is it my fateto always hateto love the oneswho bring me downsaving the hope of drowning in a pool of stresswatching the messof people in the streetsvets with hands outwhile we hang ribbons is it so cl...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Oct 2009 08:16:00 GMT |
