I said to be embarrassed
I guess I never listened
Picking up stones like memories
Putting them in pockets with holes
Let gravity sort them out
I thought of being sad
But the sun came out anyway
Funny like the feel of sound on skin
What does it matter if you won't sit
And enjoy the ride?
Saturday, November 29, 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...
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