Pops on top |
To poets all: which is one and all, some from whom words fall, seeking like leaves to find earth as a blaze of story colored voices which call for a-we.
I suppose the a-we is a result...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 00:40:00 GMT |
Poetry |
The me I want to be, I want so much to be,
That there are times when I create myself.
I paint a picture me, the one I want to see,
But as I look I watch the image fade.
The image then revolves and the...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 12:04:00 GMT |
