Sculpted
Images of you
Supplanted
And vortexed
Through translucent
Dreaming of the past's
Bright futures
Of a day in the sun
With the land at your back
And the ocean at your feet
Or a dinner hot on the table
But it's all washed away
Like so many tears
When you lie on the bed
And give up your last breath
And are gone.
Friday, December 10, 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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