written 1999
Beware his love, the path you choo… Could lead you on a wondrous journ… If you should falter, she will be… Through joy or sorrow always at yo… But if you leave the calm and seek…
Oh, but as they see just one Colorful leaf fall at a time Unbeknownst to them there Will be a two inch bed of Harvest colors come the morning su…
“You know the old saying,” he said… “The sparrows flock together, the… Then he turned to her and asked wi… “Which are you? The sparrow with… The beautiful beak?”
She’s trying on a newly found adap… One that she never knew she had— It must have been in storage— A fluid dress, she thinks she like… As she bends over backwards
In a correlated space awaiting mic… A clouded T.V. screen of desensit… Beckon terrestrial Gods, Fantasy pictures, contritely morbi… Texturized lies; Barely autonomou…
A hand carved stone, an inscriptio… A name that could barely be read, A soul that once loved this earth Lies resting in this earthly bed. Perhaps there once flowed royal bl…
Look at those hands Which hung at her sides When the softest Whisper of a kiss Surprised her forehead.
She likes eating shoes Eights, twelves or even twos. All day long she eats, eats, eats. She eats them off of people’s feet… She can’t stand it, she’s going wi…
A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up
There are times her memories fade… She almost forgets the pain. Of watching you fight with strengt… She feels her life’s in Vain. If only she could explain the Lov…
Every day there are new broken dre… Killed by he can’t and you can’t. Broken hearts and ambition line th… Like clouds line the sky, Left there to refer back to as ano…
Gold and rosebuds! Just to name a few! And the precious sun that shines Like the early morning dew Mountains on top of mountains
And when their day is done, They shall capture the splendor Of the setting sun. Such hues of peach and periwinkle Are distinctly heightened by
The sidewalks glittered Like August snow that hot dawn He drove her through town Blind months of waiting broken On the bedroom floor back home.
What’s wrong with the world today And the silly games people play Money, power and greed Using people is now the way Too many people looking to easy st…