written 1998
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…
’Tis well that she cannot foresee What lies “beyond the bend”— For she could shrink in dread and… At what this life would send. It’s been a year of changes, Lord…
Misconceived, She was misconceived A mother grieved... And she is left without Still searching for a safe
The road is now full of nocturnal… Laughs roll on and on... Late summer rains cleanse And excite to alls delight. Cool crisp desert air descends sur…
Men of many days ago, Came to realize, he is told, That with all their deeds of bold, They couldn’t understand a girl. They get mad at simple things,
A garden of roses sitting alone, All beautiful petals gently Shown, One white rose with powers So great,
Can centuries melt into days, When into soul, these eyes will gl… Where islands meet And flames consume Any air
“Change? Got any spare change? 10, 35, 40, 90, A dollar and 50 ce… Not bad, sometimes I get more, bu… Hey, who’s that? He looks weak an… Maybe I could help him. I’ll see…
She has never felt frustration so… Her body reacts so violently to on… Vehemently screaming “why!” while… Bomb. The world seems so overwhelmingly…
The old year is gone, the new year… Now if they could only make pain d… Every time she sees someone smile… She can’t stop thinking why must c… Dreams of spring flowers and happy…
Even though you’re far away, In her heart you’ll always stay. Her love for you is always true, There is no other uncle like you. When she was just a little girl,
The sidewalks glittered Like August snow that hot dawn He drove her through town Blind months of waiting broken On the bedroom floor back home.
Riding a pale horse, Death is not a hooded skeleton. Scythe bone-knuckled gripped, Sockets wide as lunar craters With stars flickering in their dep…
Look at those hands Which hung at her sides When the softest Whisper of a kiss Surprised her forehead.
Children run and laugh and play Even in their shortened day A soft dry breeze Threatens all the crumpled leaves As Winter slowly makes its mark
