written 1999
Years ago this world was created, By a man whom they call LOVE, A perfect loving Master; For all—with him—can trod. In his image he created Adam,
Who is this little girl, And where does she come from. Her physique, so frail. Her large dark eyes Full of sadness,
One day while out in his wheelchai… He heard a person say something th… The comment that was said was, oh… He has a bad life because he can’t… Now that’s not entirely true, he’s…
That’s the way Mother would want… Pick out something you’d like to k… Make it something special that wou… Remind you of Grandma. Here’s some nice depression glass.
It seems that all the world is sei… And all of them fell into despair,… And feeling they unable to withsta… Life isn’t safe and future isn’t b… Do you remember times they could k…
The sun so bright Gives them light It’s so romantic at the Beach But not at night
Just sitting around with nothing t… Her man’s gone fishing, the kids a… She has all her chores done, That suits her just fine, because— IT’S AUCTION TIME.
Man’s salvation, toil and sweat, Feels so grand when the brow is we… Walking proud and feeling good, On the job she gives all she shoul… There’s food on the table
To her grandmother, whose values Taught her well. That no matter how she hurts, to r… She never wants to sell. Though she felt at times, she was
Across the valley from high on a m… The shadows flicker and lights dan… As the glow from the cities inflam… Her adoration of life is enhanced. As she continues to gaze at the sp…
Through all the stress and all the… The thought of giving up almost dr… At times he feels as though it’s a… He often relaxes and meditates, so… But with so much negativity how wi…
Riding a pale horse, Death is not a hooded skeleton. Scythe bone-knuckled gripped, Sockets wide as lunar craters With stars flickering in their dep…
Escape from the past, To set your self free. She wonders when that time Will ever come to her. Escape from the past,
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.
She tried to paint one of your kin… Intrigued by the art-deco lines of… Homage or art. Kneeling next to y… At how strange a creature you are.… Short and sleek like a dalmatian’s…