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As the summer reaches its zenith and there becomes more reason to be outside, I find myself riding public transportation more and more. Those of you closest to me always hear me bitching about one th...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 19:10:00 GMT |
Seven O’Clock |
Lightning strikes until the sun rises. and the light touches gently sloping hills, amber rays that seem to never set. Diamonds are forged in heat and depth, time and patience. Golden flakes in river b...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 18:26:00 GMT |
A great quote I found.... |
I read somewhere that 77 per cent of all the mentally ill live in poverty. Actually, I'm more intrigued by the 23 per cent who are apparently doing quite well for themselves.
-Jerry Garcia
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 05:52:00 GMT |
Cause its chill man, real chill. |
She's layin' there lookin, chill man, chill...so fine...and she's all, chill...just chill.And she's so chill that I get thrills when she passes,relaxed like a cat when they stretchin' and scratchin'.I...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 22:09:00 GMT |
Sarah Palin, you’re a pain in my Putin. |
"You can actually see Russia from land in Alaska"...how did this woman become a nominee again? I have looped the phrase over and over, and my disbelief never falters. "This must be a joke"...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 01:41:00 GMT |
December 21st.... |
Warm against my armYour fingers intertwined in mineI revel in the smell of your hair as I whisper in your earWe walk in the wintery park of late NovemberYou frownReminding me with beautiful eyesDecemb...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 23:18:00 GMT |
I’m having dinner with the govoner |
I get to have dinner with the govoner tommorrow for my volunteer work....pretty sweet. I hope he isn't a complete scumbag.
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 01:43:00 GMT |
If you don’t lose. |
The salt in the ocean allows for life,The salt in my tears, I earned them through strife.Without the salt, there would be no living,If my heart hadn't taken, it couldn't have given.
Without the sorrow...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 21:09:00 GMT |
The boats |
Imaginary boats, made of leaves when I was a child.Carried down the road in the rain.Oh, how we would laugh and run,all to see who's boat would get to the drain,and be swallowed the winner.These child...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 21:07:00 GMT |
Fair War |
A rush of notes I hear aloud,The soft tap, tap of fallen leaves tapping the ground.A hand held steady amongst scuh swirling red and orange...
...I stood under the old oak tree,And listened to the leav...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 21:06:00 GMT |
