<<ker-splat>> |
hey there gang
it's been a while...
havent been doing much except for working like 60 hours a week between like five jobs... three of them actually pay quite well.
the other day i downloaded a ...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 08:12:00 GMT |
The Cow Path Revisited |
The Cow Path Revisited
One day through the wood, a cow walked home, as good cows often should.
He made a path, all bent askew. A crooked path as all cows do.
Since that time, four hundred year...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 21:02:00 GMT |
A song with words |
A song with wordsThis is just a songWritten out in wordsOf how I have loved youHow you have always been my firstI was just a boyLooking only for himselfBut now that Ive found youI am wanting something...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 18:41:00 GMT |
Captivity freed in death |
Captivity freed in deathHow it fully seems to be the beginning of my life. I see and hear and smell and taste all there is despite... my captivity, which now seems like a welcome thing compared...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 18:39:00 GMT |
Set the pace |
Set the paceMy soul is poured out like water,My spirit tires of me,I have nothing left but you Lord,I have nothing left but Thee.This is my story,And also my prayer,That you, dear Lord, will set the p...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 18:38:00 GMT |
Barren Land |
Barren LandSo here I stand in the wilderness of another place.I stand this ground as a foreigner on strange soil.But none have been meant &nb...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 18:35:00 GMT |
Burgerman |
BurgermanBurgerman lived in Chicago. He was half blind and half deaf from a grenade explosion in Vietnam. He had never enjoyed reading, and had never found anything on the radio worth listening to... ...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 23:29:00 GMT |
Barren Land |
Barren LandSo here I stand in the wilderness of another place.I stand this ground as a foreigner on strange soil.But none have been meant &nb...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 17:48:00 GMT |
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?Thoughts of a related time and place have enveloped my journey here. I have fallen prey to the undisciplined practice of living in the "what if" syndrome. I see my days march along and wonder what co...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 17:44:00 GMT |
Winding Intelligent Never Dying... Wind. |
Winding Intelligent Never Dying... Wind.Down the quiet street,The wind slowly crept,Easing its way down,Through those old,Colonial houses.The wind spokeOf an ancient time.Timeless winds,Of ancient one...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 17:37:00 GMT |
