written 1999
When she looks on the ground She sees such beautiful flowers And she thinks of stars so bright In the sky she imagined in space All the planets must be so hot
ROAM HIM, to see what lives so… His fear! He thinks you call it p… ASK HIM, his name and he’ll tel… Him the transparent silent tears h… FORGIVE HIM, of all his sins…
Still water in the beaver pond Songbirds tune to a trumpeter swan Willow waves like a maestros wand Ol’ Chickahominy sings her song Big ol’ bullfrog singin’ bass
Oak, elm or cotton wood, hemlock,… Or pine. Everyone has a favorite.… The Family Tree is his. You plant all the others; nourish Them as they grow. What they’ll b…
Back roads country return to him a… Screech out and chug forward in th… Mist cling to small aimless bushes… Light in the beginning night air. Ringing crossroads show you statio…
He is a writer doomed by society He wonders if there is a Love bec… He pretends to live He feels he is being swallowed in… He touches the coldness of society
By chance, where are you? He always hears a call After looking so much, Not even a glimpse of a person. There are many insisting messages
Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…
Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins
Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…
Like the rivers of a long, lost wo… Tears flow. The misery of the anguished and th… The banished Relinquish their thoughts into the…
The cross she wears on a chain Reminds her of all the pain He suffered for her When He hung on the tree And the cross reminds her of His…
Another season has come to pass; Another page in the book of her li… Too many years apart have passed b… So many harsh lessons to be learne… Thirteen years since that fateful…
Why can’t times be like they used To be, when words were easy, and Love was free? She loved you, and you loved her.… Hearts together, meant always to b…
Darkness, darker Waning noon, sounds Night’s scent pervades Calling loneliness, Surrounding.