I sat down under a lonely tree to contemplate the lov-e-ly way it swayed, so laz-i-ly, in the sunny, summer sun. And as I sat, I wondered how
A River only runs one way from beginning to end is always the same the direction never changes from start to finish into
A man of no season, a man without reason WHO stumbles and bumbles and droo… This man past his hour has left others in power
I see the words forming then breaking– remaking sentences that once made sense now nonsense, wispy tendrilled clouds
Oh, to be in love is very wonderous whether it’s the first time or the hundredth!
I was a child when I had you, it’… too young to be a mother or a frie… I don’t know how to communicate wi… You’ll never understand what I we… To an unwed mother’s home, they di…
Life, what a beautiful thing we’re given– we’re living, but where do we go when the giving becomes taking the last breaths, shaking.
Myopic my culture dystopic the lea… trading in my belief system drop-kicking my freedoms my head is ringing Taking my stake in a land that I…
I see them up before me gently twinkling through the trees The forest’s wet with winter and the snow’s up to my knees - I stand here, not cold
I’ll start by wishing on a star blazing brightly from afar, or, pitch a penny in a well and swear my reflection never to tell. Or, cross my heart and hope to die
Today, we officially became A communist country, our Constitution ripped of its frame as we watched on our TV’s —The government we trust?
The weak will gravitate to the lou… they will be the most dangerous of groupings, and the largest. The intellectuals will try to comb… their forces –Everyone is right
We are but wretched little things small-minded in our finer’ies, selfish in our mine’eries Just wretched little things with our eyes shut tight
This story is a true one, a tragedy of sorts about the love a girl has for a sh… one that would never come to port. Every day she stood upon his shore…
Tears wept swept the nation Flooding sorrow at the loss, the Queen is gone, all Hail the King, in station - The end; the making of the last.