bONNNIE RAITT |
God was in the water that dayPickin' through the roots and stonesTrippin' over sunken logsTryin' not to make his presence knownGod was in the water that dayWadin' in careful stepsBubbles risin' from h...
Posted by Centa Peace on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 10:32:00 PST |
Quotes |
"A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn by no other way." --Mark Twain
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; th...
Posted by Centa Peace on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 11:47:00 PST |
poison |
Poison
You slipped
it in my drink,
when I didn't
even think
to suspect
you.
Poison.
You hid it
'til my
back was
turned, then
You dropped
it in.
Poison.
Now I
can't sleep....
Posted by Centa Peace on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 09:42:00 PST |
The Space Between |
Wandering wayward, wondering whether love lies beyond...
The sun is playing shadow games with the pond
Between the trees- he shines on
rolling hills. Lush, green
New England...
Posted by Centa Peace on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 09:49:00 PST |
Whispers |
Those times before were storms,
this time is a whisper.
Fragile, cool breeze
baby's breath
while she sleeps
Love is a whisper
It's true
what my eyes told you
They can't look away from
Lo...
Posted by Centa Peace on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 05:18:00 PST |
vanish |
Half-Moon
Half-Moon shares the 9 A.M. sky
with her blazing sun; reluctantly, refusing to
leave her night behind. She'll wait until
the hands unwind. Spin off the
sun and his haze-...
Posted by Centa Peace on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 05:14:00 PST |
Pretty Little Birds |
Pretty little birds
airy and light
bask in easy flight
brimming with pride
child-like voices
white smiles
spring dresses
Pretty little birds will fly away
I am
an o...
Posted by Centa Peace on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 06:35:00 PST |
mullet index |
Other terms for the hairstyle known to me and many others as the "mullet" include, but are not limited to:
7 (the shape of the number)
10-90 (changes in numbers proportion to the amount of hair on t...
Posted by Centa Peace on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 10:09:00 PST |
Rubble and Stone |
So high.A fortress to the clouds.A shrine. (for one)My castle in the mist-These walls protect me.
Through spaces in stoneI spy on demons, my own- Lost-Love- Lies- j...
Posted by Centa Peace on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 10:55:00 PST |
turn off the light |
Turn off the Light
Your help to me
looks like a
plastic bag
placed ever so carefully
over my head
and tied, with pink ribbon
around my neck.
&n...
Posted by Centa Peace on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 09:24:00 PST |
