Cleansing Rain |
Life is just a drop in the bucket
or a waterfall in winter.
The smell of the lost
and the listening of the condemned.
The crust
is often left behind.
The hope of love
left to the stubborn of heart.
A...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 21:51:00 GMT |
The Losses We Miss |
The dark clouds of day
have shed tears
of life
that are slowly draining away.
The damage of time cannot be undone.
The youth of the world lost forever.
The lightning striking out
to find one caring so...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 01:15:00 GMT |
Lost |
Lost
Beaten and broken
and yet unaware.
Staring out the window,
the blinds closed.
Life's lost lessons parading in endless fashion,
marching through my mind.
I love to hate, and hate to love,
but most...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 22:19:00 GMT |
