Garden Party |
I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friendsA chance to share old memories and play our songs againWhen I got to the garden party, they all knew my nameNo one recognized me, I didn't look...
Posted by Anita on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 06:47:00 PST |
The Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp |
Oh, the path was deep and wideFrom footsteps leading to our cabinAbove the door there burned a scarlet lampAnd late at night a hand would knockAnd there would stand a strangerYes, I'm the son of Hicko...
Posted by Anita on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 11:45:00 PST |
Old Dogs and Children and Watermelon Wine |
"How old do you think I am," he said?I said, well, I didn't know.He said, "I turned 65 about 11 months ago." I was sittin' in Miami, pouring blended whiskey downWhen this old gray, black gentleman was...
Posted by Anita on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 09:42:00 PST |
Some days are diamond |
If you ask how I've been here without youI like to say I've been fine, and I doBut we both know the truth is hard to come byAnd if I told the truth, that's not quite true.Some days are diamond, some d...
Posted by Anita on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 05:55:00 PST |
In the Summertime |
In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are greenAnd the redbird sings, Ill be bluecause you dont want my love ...Some other time, thats what you say, when I want youThen you laugh at me and ...
Posted by Anita on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 05:50:00 PST |
War in the Middle East |
I watched a documentary last night about these kids in the Middle East who are trying to create their own peace movement - really inspiring viewing but at the same time a sad reflection of how kids se...
Posted by Anita on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 11:20:00 PST |
What I hate |
I hate when people take their insecurities/frustrations out on you by being fuckin rude and stupid and just plain dumb.I hate when people get suspicious when strangers want to strike up a conversation...
Posted by Anita on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 07:20:00 PST |
The Hunt (Pt 1) |
This would be his last one, he promised himself. He needed to prove to himself that he didn't need anything or anyone, except himself. Once long ago, he had thought he was addicted to the hunt. Back t...
Posted by Anita on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 07:00:00 PST |
