another poem by an old friend |
The IllnessAll of his trouble,Was up in his head.It caused him to struggle,To get out of bed.He took medications,To keep things controlled.There were some occasions,When they didn't take hold.So many ...
Posted by ðkê§.ßï ¢h on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 07:10:00 PST |
and another peom by him |
What Do Eye See?Eye look through the panes,And what do eye see?Eye see when it rains,And it drips off the trees.They each have their color,Like yellow and red.Still others are duller,Because they are ...
Posted by ðkê§.ßï ¢h on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 07:10:00 PST |
poem by old friend |
The EndAs I sit here tonight,It's become a real drag.Just can't seem to writeWith this mental jet lag.It's been a long day,But that's not the cause.S'pose it's best just to say,Even writers have flaws...
Posted by ðkê§.ßï ¢h on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 07:09:00 PST |
Love |
Ok well here goes a blog.. Love is a hard thing to live with and live without. You can be so madly deeply in love with someone that it hurts so much to ever hink that you could live ...
Posted by ðkê§.ßï ¢h on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 07:12:00 PST |
