You Never Ever Know |
Be thankful for the little thingslike the laughter of your friends,A warm Seattle summerwith days that never end,A child on his first bikea father letting go,Be thankful for the little things'cause yo...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Sep 2010 17:31:00 GMT |
Luna |
She calls her vessel Luna
she sails through the sky,
she reads her mail by moonlight
under heaven's watchful eye
The two of them are inseparable
together they'll make a stand,
and gracef...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 22:10:00 GMT |
Idyllic World |
There's some unknown callingconcealed within my soulwhich cries to be attended toand triesto take control,and though its source lies secretits prophecies are hurledat some idyllic visionof some ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 13:34:00 GMT |
In the time of AIDS |
I hugged a man with AIDS today
I hugged him then I held his hand
It's something that won't go away
and something I don't understand
It strikes the strong, both straight and gay
infecting...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 06:29:00 GMT |
Cartographer |
Something leads me
back to her,
A sextant
a star,
a memory from the past;
silently urging
me onward,
as if longing
could be charted on
a map
@copyright...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 06:21:00 GMT |
Blue |
I went to the desert
and rediscovered water
through the pale blue eyes
of a girl from Alberta
We met in Maricopa
on the Sunset Limited Line
she was running out of money
running out of ti...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 06:13:00 GMT |
The House by the Bay |
She sits with her silence
in the house by the bay
the tide washes in
and her dreams float away
if only she'd listened
to what her heart had to say
then perhaps there'd be happiness
in the house...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 06:08:00 GMT |
Song For Abby |
You guard the gilded chapel
your eyes a solemn sentry
your heart a secret passageway
for those permitted entry
A place of timeless beauty,
silent and serene
some will come to worship,
so...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 05:59:00 GMT |
Collateral Damage |
There's a photo of a soldier
with a baby in his arms,
shattered glass and twisted steel
the constant din of tripped alarms,
Al-Qaida in Afghanistan
insurgents in Iraq,
somebody's father is...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 22:01:00 GMT |
