the wind is howling tonight i can feel the irony as bob is singing on the TV ain’t it funny that no matter how many lives we live

Do you realize how thankful I am for our shared humanity... The knowledge that you are your own human being... not a means to an end... nor an object meant to give my life meaning... ...

A lone traveler in a lonely world Tired of being all by himself, he… Gathering his thoughts, he puts be… (If only for the night) And prepares himself for the long…

do you feel that more importantly do you

Do you ever wonder where the words…

In a smoke-filled empty room barel… Reclined and unexpectedly keen Our song saturating the senses wit… I lay here pondering the blank pag… Taut and anxious for my touch

Listening to the wind tonight I hear a distant call Like the voice of a longing lover As she lay beside the leaves of th… Its expressions so gentle

a poem about laundry? sure ... I could pull it off

THERE IS MUCH HERE TH… BUT MORE AND MORE TH… MADNESS YES MADNESS

Love… the eternal flame Burning brilliantly for all to see Like all flames… it has a source Which is to say its maker Without which… like us… it will dw…

what do i know of love... i know only of my love which by day belongs to one and by night the same which through trial or death

there she sits as unreadable to me as ever in that shell she made a home for all i know she could be peeking between invisible fingers

it’s sad how quickly we run to be… and how reluctant we are to run to… as if life is some race to win as if to say where we’ve been isn’… the phantom limb

when asked what does the other hav… a body full of pomegranate stretched

tonight i miss you though i never knew you tonight i recollect our story though i have forgotten who we wer… the day we said i do