i always wanted to be a busker... |
my buskin' days have just begun, could have a roof but don't want none.just open sky above my head, to fly away don't need no bed.my buskin days have just begun, no other passion under the sun.to plan...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 19:20:00 GMT |
standing with him (a poem) |
i remember standing out there with himout past the dim of letting goa place we all know eventuallytime comes & all things passnothing lastsbut the memoryof you standing here with me...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 23:23:00 GMT |
my poetry journal |
i am marrying myself todaythere's just no ohter way2 say how i feel2 anyone but my own soulhow could others ever knowthe depth of my inner sorrowcan't escape tomorrow or my own fatein the eyes of my o...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 14:37:00 GMT |
storm & the balls |
i just saw storm play @ the sweetwater in mill valley. it was the fourth time i had ever gone to one of her live shows & only the third time i had actually seen her sing live before. one time i was la...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 23:53:00 GMT |
