Two Months in Thessaloniki |
Before the war on terror
I was a marine, and so very young
Took a plane across the oceans
Bound for the tomb of the great Alexander
Before the war of ideology
I was sleeping on Greek mountains...
Posted by Timothy Paul on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 12:06:00 PST |
Here He Comes |
Everyone running
Terrified that the bullets might catch them
Here he comes
Pelting out anguish with each squeeze of the trigger
Everyone crying
As many fall, rise and fall again; for some it's final
...
Posted by Timothy Paul on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 09:52:00 PST |
Son of an Angel |
Son of an Angel
All these years without a word written to you
Its not that you don't deserve it
Or that I am never thinking of you
You are my words, my heart, and my life
You are mother, and yo...
Posted by Timothy Paul on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 03:34:00 PST |
Unlikely Forgiveness |
As eager as the spring hummingbird
Awaiting the first crack between the petals
Enough to thrust in, the long, slender rapier
I am not unlike the little birds, fluttering impatiently
Ju...
Posted by Timothy Paul on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 08:15:00 PST |
In the Garden |
He walks with me
Silent as the longest shadow
Comfort found in his steady footsteps
Treading near me now
He talks with me
As if he didn't know what I do
I don't even dare interrupt
Least his ...
Posted by Timothy Paul on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 10:00:00 PST |
Keep the Pieces |
Turn around and slowly move away from here
Don't even look over your shoulder
Leave everything you came with where you left it
Unclench your hands, close your eyes and breathe
Just turn around and lea...
Posted by Timothy Paul on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 09:39:00 PST |
Clouds Roll You Away |
Someone told me that memories are like pictures, strewn about the floor
And I've read that feelings are like waves, frothing about then dashing away
But my memories are like skin upon skin, tendrils o...
Posted by Timothy Paul on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 09:13:00 PST |
Draw Closer to Me |
Sometimes I don't pray when the sun is shining
I'll find the peace you've given to me
And not raise my hands to praise you
I failed to reach you, so you came closer to me
This is what it mean...
Posted by Timothy Paul on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 08:55:00 PST |
Beautiful Jeri |
Rolling hills covered throughout with an abundance of spring flowers
Laughing children run and pass over the next rise, falling out of sight
Rays of sunshine pierce through a spattering of feathery cl...
Posted by Timothy Paul on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 08:24:00 PST |
