Silicon Chips
She was strong
In my arms
A sunken colony
A drunken diver
Beneath the backlit sea
She was strong
In our eyes
A force unto herself
A tired tornado
Only to fall so far
She was weak
In our eyes
Sprawled on the floor
Gasping for air
And we would not help her,
Friday, November 19, 2004
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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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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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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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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