I will draw you forth
When the morning is bitter
To hold you like a breath
Warm against frosted glass
Lost in my own deep snow
Pining for primeval forests
Of my own rumbling ancient past
And a stick to keep the beasts of now at bay
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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