Her Last Baby Feather |
Back when the Wolf was a cub and the Pigeon was a chickthey often had playdates together in a field of constant glee.Looking back, the Wolf, as an adult, sees those cherished memoriesand what was neve...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 13:19:00 GMT |
Divine Erotica |
As she walks up the stairs to the first layer of the heavens,with a toothless smile so divine. A pearl above her mouthlets out the smallest most elegant shine. Her golden locks move like cloudsthrough...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 11:08:00 GMT |
Faith in game |
As I sit out in the night looking up at the misquito infested sky, I have one thing on my mind. Friends, something I'm lacking right now. It hasn't worked out the way I wanted it to. I've brought all ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 23:25:00 GMT |
There were Times... |
There were times that I wondered, "if I were to disappear, would anyone notice?" I tried so hard to fit in, but a eventually gave up because the quality of charisma: at the time I could not show this....
Posted by on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 23:15:00 GMT |
Must I Change? |
Must I Change?Events have been happening in life that make me feel like I should change my ways.Always feel like something is happening behind my back unprovoked, always feel incompotent by other peop...
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 19:07:00 GMT |
Loss of Faith |
I know that the time is a difficult one for people my age.Sometimes I look up at the sky and wonder if someone is looking after me.However I don't feel protected and no friendships engaged.But I do ha...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 20:27:00 GMT |
The profane prayer |
In this world there is much to be sinful for.Humanity worships cars, TVs, and pornography galore.If people are looking to raise some hell it has already come.No one gives a damn, we don't stand togeth...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 21:51:00 GMT |
What's a man to do? |
What's a man to do, when he can't find love?When so alone and can't keep people he loves together.People that he found to be blessings from above.Individuals with talents of all kinds.Who live in a wo...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 21:21:00 GMT |
When the Night is Dark |
The mind is a forest in the epoch of an imbalance.Many trees have been cut down, but that is not the only confilct.The overrunniung predators only come out when the night is dark.In a hostile environm...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 22:06:00 GMT |
Our Home |
God as my witness, playing the game of life isn't fair.What has been taken away is something we have to bear.Our theatre was a second home where friends became family.We'd buddy around, tell jokes, ta...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 20:57:00 GMT |
