The earth is sick, its bones brittle near to break
See me stand
Just as I planned
Or should I sit
there is a tale I'm going to tell
of a confused heart and a desperate head
wildly pulsing like a call to war
reasoning took the nearest window out
made herself scarce she did
there is a maiden tall and straight
longer I have known her and ...
And The Word Became Music
And the word became music
And dwelt amon...
For Christ’s sake, do what you can!
OMG, would you bring a p...
The lampshade hid the light
A little less
The hat-stand hid the head
That was amiss
The bookshelf stored
The books – every blue moon, read
The box – full to overflow
Of old books lacking ‘cred’.
The oven heated food
What bothers me?
My honesty bothers me.
I’ll put my heart on ...
Finding love online has proven to me that cupids arrow does eventually p...
A few flashes in front ...
YOU, DO, DO, BAY BLUE
Docile, for a while, see me smile, have ...
he comes only
with the breeze, when
the air is c...
Dawn's rays pierce the skies
penetrating the shadows of scattered trees
Birds chirp echoes in the soft silence
and hum of neighborhoods waking to rise
Soon the sun climbs
sweat starts to soak
Children laugh in sprinkler mists
I saw myself today
In a young boy at play
Four years of you.
Four years of me.
Four years of us.
I am a person.
I have hands, feet, fingers, toes.
I have teeth, claws, muscle, bone.
I have a soul.
And my soul is mine.
You can reach in and touch my soul, feel it, affect it, make it grow.
But you cannot take my soul.