He heard of the death of his frien… Her husband called to tell him she… He, the man who’d barely known her… And who had always made it clear h… Because of certain unspeakable int…

She tried to paint one of your kin… Intrigued by the art-deco lines of… Homage or art. Kneeling next to y… At how strange a creature you are.… Short and sleek like a dalmatian’s…

But there was a window That standing silently Over the garden, peered out To the broken moon light And shade, and watched

Hate surrounds their lives. It is in what they say or do. She doesn’t relish living this way… ...How about you? There must be something they can a…

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

In a correlated space awaiting mic… A clouded T.V. screen of desensit… Beckon terrestrial Gods, Fantasy pictures, contritely morbi… Texturized lies; Barely autonomou…

Remember him when the sky is dark, And clouds hide burning stars. Think of him as the rain rushes To touch his skin, and trees Dance around him through the wind.

She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody

They stand together—those three, Like the birch, clumped outside he… Joined by a common root. Different; yet the same Bent by winds of time and

There is no hurt in despair and de… With deepest overtures and bone-ac… Like the tenderest touch of consci… That defamation of soul can find n… No peace from pain-filled humiliat…

Remember those days when they woul… How about those weekends with ever… Or what about way back when they f… And when they got older and all of… Those were the days when they had…

She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

She can not say that She wishes you had never Come into her life Because that isn’t quite true. She can say that

It was Quick! and It was Sudden! Their hearts were a breakin’ Their eyes were a floodin’ They’re Gone, but not forgotten! Soon there will be rejoicing

What’s going on? Instead of better It’s turning wrong. It’s every day Cain kills Abel, For less than colors