written 1998
Orange is of fire It burns its sweet flavor Onto the retina of her Purple mind, which Is dark and soft
He had a dream There’s no nations in his country… No small people from the herd, No chauvinists and priests, No religion too.
The scent of a blossom So fragrant and frail Beauty of such quality As like told in a fairy tale. A symbol of life
Saddled with confusion and burdene… Perplexed in hectic wonderings, He struggles on alone. Striving for the greater height, i… He staggers on to win what’s right…
Spine of this landscape; this moun… Bathed in hot September sun Live with lizards They let her join them for a bask. She sits and savors this
Why do the birds sing, Those beautiful happy songs Is it to proclaim that, Today is a joyous day Or maybe to announce,
He thought of you today, Early; at the break of day. Why you didn’t stay. Is hard to say. His words were misunderstood,
She Feels Very Sad, She Looks… The Dark Clouds That Float Abov… The Sadness Is Gone, When She T… “The Rain Won’t Come,” Not Just… Love Created All Things, That T…
She saved her visits for late in t… After the fields had been mowed, The chores completed and supper ea… The last clean dish put away. They would sit on the porch
The time they have will never end. A dream of hers that will begin. A heart and soul that will soon me… From when it was torn in two. A cry for help that’s finally been…
You are the life blood of her livi… The breath she breathes each day. The sunshine of her sorrows. The rainbow of her cloudy days. Her darling there is none like you…
“S” is 4 the “special” person that… “I” is 4 the love she “idolizes” f… “S” is 4 the “smile” on your face “T” is 4 the “tears” in your face “E” is 4 their first names in your…
He sees, as in a dream, The mythological time traveler, Flying by treading moonlight; High above a city Tinkling with silver sounds
In a correlated space awaiting mic… A clouded T.V. screen of desensit… Beckon terrestrial Gods, Fantasy pictures, contritely morbi… Texturized lies; Barely autonomou…
She has so many penpals But they’re pretty much the same Except for their hometowns And all of their names. She has one from Italy and Berlin
