She lay like her mother; no tears in her eyes
a thousand little flames around her bed flickered...
Smoke rises and falls around me like a shroud
inhale, exhale, pause, and repeat...
.................Beauty
............sensual, erotic...
If the word of the Lord can be spoken by a sinner,
Yesterday's loser can become tomorrow's winner...
Soft river flowing across plentiful keys
Each fresh note A beautiful melodic tone...
There's a fat man sitting alone
at the corner cafe...
You rock my ship
into a hypnotic lullaby...
Dated- When Angela was a kid.
Written for a CC&P challenge...
I don't know why I feel this way
Or Why I want to cry...
Blood does not run
in my endless veins...
I hate the modern world
The boats and fumey planes...
Isn't it funny how things work out?
Isn't it so god damn hilarious when they don't...