pooka

2 poems

of Want of YouOh lest the Fire in my veinsBe result of Want of Youthe slow drip of Burning trackThat calms the rising Blaze Of me as it also ConsumesNeed is such that one is Hungryfor all that food ca...
Posted by pooka on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 04:53:00 PST

Are you Loesome Tonight.. Do you miss me tonight

Are you lonesome tonightdo you miss me tonightAre you sorry we drifted apartDoes your memory stray to a bright sunny dayWhen I kissed you and called you sweetheartDo the chairs in your parlor seem emp...
Posted by pooka on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 03:49:00 PST

Trials and tribulations of a father gone wrong

So my father is comming up on his trial. I dont know what to think on all of this personally more due to the fact that no matter what the reality I simply dont want my father to be the way he is. I se...
Posted by pooka on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 12:41:00 PST

Bridge over troubled waters (the first two verses cause the third was added later)

When youre weary, feeling small,When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;Im on your side. when times get roughAnd friends just cant be found,Like a bridge over troubled waterI will lay me down...
Posted by pooka on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 07:31:00 PST

world was on fire and no one could save me but you

wicked game by chris isaakThe world was on fire No one could save me but you. Strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I...
Posted by pooka on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 01:21:00 PST

Frank Sinatra

In the wee small hours of the morningIn the wee small hours of the morningWhile the whole wide world is fast asleepYou lie awake and think about the girlAnd never ever think of counting sheepWhen your...
Posted by pooka on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 03:16:00 PST

I miss you Welty

God I miss you Matt. I wonder If this time of year wll always be harder now. I want to be on the Playa to see you scattered home amongst the dirt and the dust and the people in city.All my memeories a...
Posted by pooka on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 09:05:00 PST

this box is

Inside this box is a hole where my heart should gowhere it went to I may never knowtoo many things too many moments too many sorrowsIn this box is a hole where my heart goesit hides in the dark unable...
Posted by pooka on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 02:14:00 PST

im so done.. toast up

tired and work is teh suckboss isnt grasping this concept I dont thinkhe is telling me about long term ideas but I just said leaving at end of month?how does that work.  sigh everyone is too stre...
Posted by pooka on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 03:11:00 PST

just because my minds snapped for now Dead Flowers

Well, when you're sitting there In your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folks that you know Well I hope you won't see me In my ragged company You know I could never be alone Take me down...
Posted by pooka on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 01:48:00 PST