written 1999
What is it that makes them care? When the world makes them scared. What is it that makes them friends… When they are at their end. What is it that makes them vulnera…
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…
In a tidal wave of remembrance, She searched for meaningful existe… She panned for prosperity with a s… The web of life she lived to weave… Wondering nomadically in uncharted…
ROAM HIM, to see what lives so… His fear! He thinks you call it p… ASK HIM, his name and he’ll tel… Him the transparent silent tears h… FORGIVE HIM, of all his sins…
Sallie, you never held her In the warmth of your arms. Sallie, you never smiled And cooed at her. Sallie, she never gazed into
She has so many penpals But they’re pretty much the same Except for their hometowns And all of their names. She has one from Italy and Berlin
Sometimes she wishes, that you cou… She wishes that you could see thro… All the glorious beauty that she c… She wishes you had, also her ears. Then you could know the wonders sh…
The time they have will never end. A dream of hers that will begin. A heart and soul that will soon me… From when it was torn in two. A cry for help that’s finally been…
She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody
She wants you to be as nice as her… She wants you to be as big as her, She wants you to be just like her, But now she knows you’re not, not… There’s only one of her,
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
She had a vision of the days of he… In her vision she saw the chieftai… He looks at the women of his tribe He looks at the one who stood so p… He looks at her with fire in his e…
He thought of you today, Early; at the break of day. Why you didn’t stay. Is hard to say. His words were misunderstood,
Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…
The brightness of the waves in thu… Pushed his feelings far unto the s… As inward to the deep he made his… Living in his path, were deeds apa… As freedom rang, in hunger, of his…