How Do You Live Your Dash?? |
At a funeral of a friend
I read of a a man who stood to speak.
He referred to the dates on his tombstone
From the beginning...to the end.
He noted the first came his date of bi... Posted by Kris on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 11:30:00 PST |
From Within |
I hear the music from within
It is powerful and strong
Yet glides gently through my spirit
Guiding me
It moves me
It transforms me
It is the force that drives me
From Within
Knowing which way... Posted by Kris on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 04:08:00 PST |
He Is |
I'd never hurt the man I loveI couldn't direspect him I couldn't reject himI couldn't neglect himYou know how the sun comes up in the morning and you know its morningWell , when I see his face, I know... Posted by Kris on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 03:59:00 PST |
A Description of Him |
His smile is incandescent, though fleeting and brief.His eyes are of the bluest ocean.His hair so soft in golden locks-My heart fills with emotion for which there are no words.His touch is gentle, his... Posted by Kris on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 02:04:00 PST |
Memories of you |
MEMORIES OF YOU........EACH NIGHT I SIT AND LISTENFOR THAT DISTANT RUMBLING ROARAS THE DOG WENT TO THE WINDOWWHEN YOU RODE UP TO OUR DOORAS YOU STOOD THERE IN THE SHADOWSWITH YOUR COLOURS WET WITH RAI... Posted by Kris on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 02:03:00 PST |
Total Destruction!!! |
WOW!!
Today has been one of tose crazy days from hell. So most of the day I kinda wanted to hit someone in the forehead with a sharp object of some kind....Im kinda over that now but wow the vi... Posted by Kris on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 02:38:00 PST |
I remember... |
I remember you beautiful smile,I remember looking into those deep green eyes,You were a friend that would go the extra mile,Its such a shame you had to die.I always thought we’d be together... Posted by Kris on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 05:35:00 PST |
Slave in Dreams |
A slave in dreamsIs my fate,The swirling worlds of sleep behind my eyesTake no heed of my commandsIndeed, they lead me by the chainTo places I could not imagineOr ever choose to visit.In slumber,... Posted by Kris on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 02:03:00 PST |
its 3 am |
Smoke curls upwards and hangs in the airLate night television flashesMoonlight pours in and sticks in the hazeAs I thoughtfully flick off the ashesSoft wolven eyes peer up at me nowHe’s wond&rsq... Posted by Kris on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 01:59:00 PST |
White Ivory Keys |
white ivory keys gently touched by
only just the small fingertips
of a girl-child, begging for attention.
Mother in the other room ignores her
Soft pleading, asking again with
Frustration at ... Posted by Kris on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 06:23:00 PST |