Blog Catch Up
Recently moved apartments. I still can't see through the boxes. So there's been a bit of a delay on the blog entries. I got most of March and April posted. Will try and get all the poems posted by May 25 th. My new apartment has direct sun light. Sun. Never underestimate it's power. Peace to all.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Chew Fast
...Forget walking by your door. That’s not nearly as upsetting as tasting the taste of seven years ago. I don’t think they’ve even changed the recipe...
...Forget walking by your door. That’s not nearly as upsetting as tasting the taste of seven years ago. I don’t think they’ve even changed the recipe...
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Many Bills
...We fought back against, skeptics and fatigue. Feeling oppressed. Pushed back the impossible onto it’s heels and made it take notice of us. Even for a short time. It didn't split us in to. Nearly did. I shake my head...
...We fought back against, skeptics and fatigue. Feeling oppressed. Pushed back the impossible onto it’s heels and made it take notice of us. Even for a short time. It didn't split us in to. Nearly did. I shake my head...
Monday, April 21, 2008
Confessions
...Well, if you think of how a person has to feel about another person for them to want to tell them the very secrets of their soul. If you think of it like that...
...Well, if you think of how a person has to feel about another person for them to want to tell them the very secrets of their soul. If you think of it like that...
Confessions
...Well, if you think of how a person has to feel about another person for them to want to tell them the very secrets of their soul. If you think of it like that...
...Well, if you think of how a person has to feel about another person for them to want to tell them the very secrets of their soul. If you think of it like that...
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Fires In Fields
...The air began to smell with the most beautiful fragrance. All of the ladies of France would throw their crystal vials off of their dressers into the cobblestone streets and yell, “We’ve been robbed”, if they could smell all of the apples of long ago...
...The air began to smell with the most beautiful fragrance. All of the ladies of France would throw their crystal vials off of their dressers into the cobblestone streets and yell, “We’ve been robbed”, if they could smell all of the apples of long ago...
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Or Go Hungry
...Run over this bridge with me. The bridge I’ve walked alone. Thinking of another love. While you sat with another love in real life. Forget those miseries. Those crow bars prying open the door to our sacred love...
...Run over this bridge with me. The bridge I’ve walked alone. Thinking of another love. While you sat with another love in real life. Forget those miseries. Those crow bars prying open the door to our sacred love...
Friday, April 18, 2008
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