written 1999
It’s a thing like “Tailhook” It’s a thing called rape It’s a thing called abuse It’s a thing called hate But, it’s the strength of a woman
Spring’s emerald buds upon a youth… Never thought of death, A verdant pointed star so powerful… Love’s rain from reaching ground, The crimson fan mirroring sunlit a…
Small Precise in her hearing And seeing She asks herself how Her thoughts connect
To be going to school, at this her… At a thirty-five! She MUST be… To have to work, work, work, And study, Oh! so hard. Where teachers, students, and staf…
Life is full of wonderment It is full of inspiring sights and… From the tender grace of a kiss To the seismic rumblings undergrou… Within this selfish orb they live
The elderly are here For a reason she is sure Wisdom they all have Of a life that is pure Rolling with punches
Love is like a candle, Burning so bright, All through the day, And all through the night. It seems to last forever,
She longs for spring In waiting to see What her garden will bring Tired of seeing trees Without leaves
As she looks to the sky She sees two stars This is the first time she’s seen Them In a long time
He tells the tale of the world dow… Where the ball of fires remind you… They below are well off being dead They live the death of life as the… He was the hero in the eyes of man…
She has watched you grow since you… First breath... she will continue… Her death... They have shared the… Pleasures and their pains... They… Enjoyed their lives and material g…
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…
Achieve the unachieved Put it to the test Reach for clouds above you Strive to be the best Be happy is insanity
The great King of the mountain an… Of the dell Once walked together arm in arm wi… Or Hell And so if Adam had not bitten of…
Sweet baby of hers Asleep on her shoulder, She holds her close As you drift in slumber, She dreams of days