Inside every lie
There are a thousand
Folded surprises
Tightly wound
Too much coffee
Too much ceiling
Lying in bed
Staring at the stars
Invisible because
The lies get in the way.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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...
1 comment:
touching i like it LOTS!
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