written 1999
Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?
Soft, atramentous vapors Giving life to flowers as she exha… With sensuous breezes Sent deeply into ecstasy’s divine… Drawn fully on every breath she ta…
A father’s love is special, it is… It isn’t earned and can’t be bough… Through childhood scrapes and tear… Through teenage years boys and dat… Had she listened to your wisdom in…
Sometimes she takes it out to hand… Tries it on like a dress That she might want to buy. It is blue as agate. It is smooth as a peeled egg,
“S” is 4 the “special” person that… “I” is 4 the love she “idolizes” f… “S” is 4 the “smile” on your face “T” is 4 the “tears” in your face “E” is 4 their first names in your…
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…
They play a game, but they don’t a… They loved once but will they love… They always say that was the last… But do they have the right to draw… They want to love but they can’t,…
Why is it always the simple man wh… When the program calls for dying? A simple man who rarely gets confu… Enjoys a drink with friends, the s… The sound of seas, the smell of a…
He is as black as The pupil of his eye. He is as white as The bone under his flesh. He is a one-eyed and two-faced
Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…
What a beautiful, delightful sky; The satin color of aqua. Draping her material over the Hea… Enhanced the blend of color, With rose hue sprinkled along the…
The helpless newborn baby cries. Distraught his mother weeps. Adoption separates their bond That they may never meet. The birth mother ever grieves her…
Kind words can wipe away a tear Softly spoken will erase fears Kind words can heal the wounds Gently and patiently said—morning… Kind words are a blessing to the b…
Grandpa is a cockeyed, potlickin’… Who’d rather be working at shearin… Than sit and lounge around all day… Until the stars come out and play. And his stories, every one is true…
Safe, Hidden inside this room. He ventures to explore the univers… Gone, From inside this room.