I see the words forming then breaking– remaking sentences that once made sense now nonsense, wispy tendrilled clouds
A man of no season, a man without reason WHO stumbles and bumbles and droo… This man past his hour has left others in power
Today, we officially became A communist country, our Constitution ripped of its frame as we watched on our TV’s —The government we trust?
Oh, to be in love is very wonderous whether it’s the first time or the hundredth!
Bianca, Bianca, Bianca! That wre… steals the hearth from every room… but cold and ash - I will be intolerable. If I am to… I will make sure Bianca does not…
A River only runs one way from beginning to end is always the same the direction never changes from start to finish into
I knew it the minute I opened the… A sparkly blue helmet, I put it r… Like exclamations from its edges,… Framed a grin brighter than the tr… I opened every gift with exuberanc…
I’m 16 years behind you I see your quickening decline —soon to be mine— Through the years I’ve denied this truth, that
I see them up before me gently twinkling through the trees The forest’s wet with winter and the snow’s up to my knees - I stand here, not cold
Life, what a beautiful thing we’re given– we’re living, but where do we go when the giving becomes taking the last breaths, shaking.
I sat down under a lonely tree to contemplate the lov-e-ly way it swayed, so laz-i-ly, in the sunny, summer sun. And as I sat, I wondered how
The weak will gravitate to the lou… they will be the most dangerous of groupings, and the largest. The intellectuals will try to comb… their forces –Everyone is right
Tears wept swept the nation Flooding sorrow at the loss, the Queen is gone, all Hail the King, in station - The end; the making of the last.
We are but wretched little things small-minded in our finer’ies, selfish in our mine’eries Just wretched little things with our eyes shut tight
I was a child when I had you, it’… too young to be a mother or a frie… I don’t know how to communicate wi… You’ll never understand what I we… To an unwed mother’s home, they di…
