Thousands of times Over and over again Expressing his heart and mind Staying out of the summer rain Writing his feelings over and over

She longs for spring In waiting to see What her garden will bring Tired of seeing trees Without leaves

The shadow of life still remains With all its agonies and pains, But fear itself is found within The purest soul of the youngest ki… When life’s dark mystery fades awa…

They play a game, but they don’t a… They loved once but will they love… They always say that was the last… But do they have the right to draw… They want to love but they can’t,…

Firefly, firefly, shining so Bright, Firefly, firefly, in heavenly flig… Firefly, firefly, at your own Pace.

Oh, how the deep-blue sparkles, Sunlight glistening atop each wave… And eagerly does she store it all… As a vivid memory she yearns to sa… To keep it for times this winter

To look upon crystal blue skies, And see beyond with childlike eyes… To feel the joy with heart, wide o… And to lovingly employ that which… To know the power that is given to…

Deep in the woods, The snowy, frozen woods, With its beckoning trees, Shrouded with a thick lace of snow… There goes a wind,

He pours noise into his head and c… Which added up to zero. He put alcohol in his stomach and… Leaving zero. He believed nothing of value,

Sometimes At night He feels Your satin slippers Dancing away

Veracious blood has finally come,… Can’t the world love each other as… Anger, rage has to overcome. She listens to the man’s humble wo… How he raped many sistas and gave…

Life is a song, That has lyrics that don’t make se… It ends abruptly with no warning. Death is a subject, Easily touched upon, but it never…

Sometimes She wishes you were still here, Like in the mornings When you could pull her near, And say I love you.

The way it is, the way it should b… To be. What else is out there for them to… They speak of nothing in search of… On their journey through this land…

The great people fall The creek beds go dry. The great buffalo are slaughtered. The trees no longer stand so many… All these things die,