Song of Lost Love |
This is my last song to youI always loved you more.These are my last words to youI loved you forever and moreI couldn't get you out of my heartI never stopped dreaming of you
When I had given up all ...
Posted by Souza on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 08:51:00 PST |
Climbing the Rockslide |
Endless searchingfor month for yearssearching for eternal sunlight.Catching the last rays of lightas the darkness creeps inalways one step behind.
But
That faint ray of hopethat last little glimpseof...
Posted by Souza on Sat, 27 May 2006 12:54:00 PST |
Sonnet For Kat |
Watching the rain race down the window panethe streaks leave a mind's image of your face.lips to the glass, kissing the covered rainyou aren't here, is it raining at your place?
Morning comes, the las...
Posted by Souza on Wed, 17 May 2006 12:35:00 PST |
I am wasted but I'm ready... |
not a cloud in the blue skythe sun hiding in the faint overcastmiserable day filled with no napsdamn morning peopleI hate you and your chirping songbirds."Zip-a-dee-do-da Zip-a-dee-ay my oh my what a ...
Posted by Souza on Wed, 10 May 2006 09:08:00 PST |
A bunch of short poems |
Owning Streets
People walk the streetslike they own them.perhaps,because of taxationthey do.Does that meanI own these streets?
Greetings from Kamchatka
Here I amwhere once you stoodbut I rolled overy...
Posted by Souza on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 05:18:00 PST |
Sleeping Angel |
Its raining on the outsidebut on the inside it is warm
a blanket, a pillowand a movie are on
sleeping softlyshe exhales deep
such a beautiful angel is thisresting in sleep...
Posted by Souza on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 04:07:00 PST |
Politic of Fear |
Here he is our brilliant leadergiving another speech about terror,terrorists, and terrorism, or as he puts it Iraqtelling us Saddam has nucular weapons of mass destructionand how he was a direct thre...
Posted by Souza on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 05:36:00 PST |
Stone Tears |
Sitting, reminescing, the conversation slipped to you.I can't remember how it happened,a simple mention of Elementary School,sitting in the counselors office,lunchtime in solitude away from the rest.W...
Posted by Souza on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 02:41:00 PST |
Outdated |
Used to Sit, buzzing the faint sound of loading
muffled by the loud dirty fan rotating, pushing
the hot air out as best as it can.
I remember years ago filling its memory,
disk after disk of Wolfens...
Posted by Souza on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 09:41:00 PST |
Tears |
Sun shimmers trapped inside its walls.
Glistening, reflecting until the last one falls
from her cheek puddling itself with all the others
on the varnished wood floor. Still containing and
holding all...
Posted by Souza on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 12:58:00 PST |
