Lying in the brilliant sunshine sh… Footsteps on a dusty path disturb… A young hand grasps her, tosses he… Eventually, he tires of this reput… Now she is in the shade of a large…

Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?

Did she remember to say, That she loves you today? Of all her other tasks, This one should never be last! Did she remember to say,

Making love to you Feels so right As they hold each other In the middle of the night Reality slips away

As a petal of a flower floats in t… They wonder where it is going, and… It has its own special destiny, Its own special future. But where it ends up,

Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…

Thoughts, Swirling like mist, Obscuring Reality. Marginal distinctions

Words can devour the mind and eat… Drown the eyes and crack the mouth… Turn light blues into dark purples… Saturate the soul with angry shado… Words can open doors,

She has watched you grow since you… First breath... she will continue… Her death... They have shared the… Pleasures and their pains... They… Enjoyed their lives and material g…

What has it been for When everything has departed, Friends, lovers, or large sums Of tainted money that colored the… Time and circumstance must be to b…

Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins

Oh Gloomy Death! Knocking on the door Piercing the sinews of her heart Tearing her soul apart Then, beckoning her slowly...

Remember when they just said Hi! Walked off without saying goodbye. Remember when they held hands And walked facing the winds. Remember their first date

Now it seems you’re all alone, Your brothers and sisters all have… But alone you’ll never be, With nephews and nieces such as he… All their parents too have gone,

She likes eating shoes Eights, twelves or even twos. All day long she eats, eats, eats. She eats them off of people’s feet… She can’t stand it, she’s going wi…