afterwords |
he stroked my hair aside.painted the back of my neck with slow little kissesyet still I had only softlyto say, more...and being a monkman of lateweighted so waitedwith unclaimed kisseshe answered ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 12:13:00 GMT |
april ends (with a yes) |
temple bells ring in the breeze passing byclear bluedecisions soundingin the warm springtime airand no longer asking whyalways whyshe stops looking backshe tosses her hairshe opens her heartto the sky
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 11:27:00 GMT |
steven said write it down |
she folds herself up slips into an envelope mails herself away
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 06:12:00 GMT |
before |
In my happiest dreams,I still live in my beautiful homewhere the fireplace still burns in the backgroundand the kids and their friendsare making some mess in the kitchenand loss upon loss upon lossha...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 08:03:00 GMT |
nine (anitakeys revised) |
I left my dreams out in the Ocean sang every plea out to the sea put all my faith in open water pinned all my hopeson things bluegreen Moon after moongoes drifting bystill I wait hereFor her replyI'm ...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 18:13:00 GMT |
nightfall |
moonlightsits softly on the edgesscribbles crooked lyricsthrough the night the moon and her musicremind me of youremind me of usremind me of youthe moonand her music
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 06:30:00 GMT |
Silliness- and A Tenspot- for Cyndi |
The only time I am doing this, friends!! You know those questions you have to answer and then forward on to all your friends? Well, I NEVER do them because I actually think I am quite boring and who w...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 09:44:00 GMT |
Big Girl |
Wanna know what I miss? I'll tell you what I miss,I miss when I could believe in things.I miss my Daddy and Santa Clausand The Holy Spirit, who I expected to fly down from Heaven, enclose me in His w...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 13:59:00 GMT |
gimme shelter |
As this march of minor chordsplays on,I grow more and more afraid of the end of the song,afraid that everythingis gonna come down to nothingso I'm grasping for somethingto hold on to, for someoneto ...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 19:16:00 GMT |
I Shoulda Stopped |
There was a very old man on Valencia Streetwho offered a songand his old, wrinkled palmfrom his stage on the stairsin the frame of the doorof the very old storewe walked past on a cool Winter's night...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 10:49:00 GMT |
