Morning Fog
Hilltops rising
From the clinging
Mists of morning
Greet the viewer
Of dawn's rising
Spreads like lightning
Golden tidings
Of a day newer
Than the last one
It has begun
To slowly sink in
That today will
Be the best one
And the most fun
Only don't run
It's up to you.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
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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