A Shade Of |
Perhaps we are like the spectrum colors of a rainbow.In the beginning when we are young and innocent,and closer to the ground, we are a wisp of light yellow. As we mature, age and gather inert brown d... Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 21:57:00 GMT |
Work |
The man has been to the office three times before. He comes wearing a black jacket with black trousers and tops this regular uniform off with the same white hat. I try to place the hat. It is not a Be... Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 19:30:00 GMT |
First Date |
She is wearing a knee length black halter top dress with a shimmering dark orchid shawl draped over her tan shoulders. In between the gray noise of the softly lit Italian restaurant, s... Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 18:17:00 GMT |
Without Novocain |
All the way to the hiltsliced down to the bloody tipI have seen horrible facessmelled pungent fecesand walked through razorblade fields.Hold the gin and leave out the tonicI will plunge all the way in... Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 20:13:00 GMT |
If It Is Not Then What Is It? |
- a difference of affection -
Though you did not love me as I loved you,I knew your flaws were attributed to manmade laws.Though you did not admire me as I revered you,I knew your ways were perp... Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 09:54:00 GMT |
Hard Rain |
It comes hard and unexpectedly and we suddenlyremember our human frailty. With wide eyes, we scamper into our assorted shelterssome with grace and others with less nobility.It comes fierce and ... Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 09:41:00 GMT |
Memorex |
I saw a butterfly todayI chased it hopingthe moment would not die.I saw a sunrise todayI stared wishing thetime would not set.I saw a kind soul todayand loved her from afarthinking our air woul... Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 11:13:00 GMT |
The Blues Remains the Same |
Surviving in a Twenty-First Century inner city ain't far from living as a backwoods sharecropper in the Nineteenth Century.The guitar strumming cuts and chases straight bourbon and you sing ano... Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 23:44:00 GMT |
The Why |
- lust, love and romance, should we ever forget -
The feel of aroused fleshA touch of engorged skinThe sensation of parted lipsA joyous moment betweenThe jagged claws of lifeThe elation of human loveA... Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 06:50:00 GMT |
Nature |
After the Anger Has Quietedoutside in the peaceful air of a sea front cottageamid the sound of ocean against shoreI hear a seagull’s mating call.
After the Rage Has Dissipateddeep in the ... Posted by on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 20:28:00 GMT |