Homeless Creations |
They arise from their beds of wood or stone, tired and worn.
Gnarling pangs of hunger mix with the darts of despair;
They smooth their wrinkled clothes; run limp fingers through their hair.
Slowly t...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 15:17:00 GMT |
Four Years Ago |
Four years ago I brushed shoulders with my prospect
Who knew he'd be my number one suspect
Smuggling the Corazon under the name of Al Capone,
Riches and fame was the name of his game
But with no dame ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:09:00 GMT |
Seasons of Love ~ written by ME |
Seasons of Love
Spring's love blossoms bright and new,It reigns over the lost and now renewed,Beneath the cool sheets,As the wind flowed from the window above its lovers,Eyes met briefly and begged fo...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 16:54:00 GMT |
