I'm back after a hiatus of ordinary living, to once again put to paper what people want to hear but are afraid to say for themselves. It's good to be back. |
As the couple gazed into each other's eyes
While the light shined down from the skies...
Have you seen God up in the sky?
Have you seen where men go when they die...
After spending so many years,
In this great American madness...
Look through all of my things
My life achievements and work...
She sat in a cold dark corner,
Looking out at the world...
It lies behind a smiling face,
It barely conceals the hate...
((I dedicate this poem to my cousin Mike. God...
I am really cool and suave...
Please just don't pack up and go,
Please don't turn and walk away...
I look at my grief.
The pain causes so much hurt...
I met you in a chatroom,
As silly as that sounds...
Music is a language everyone understands. |
The soul might speak in a secret language, but music and words are the key to decoding it. |
If you walk a mile in another person's shoes, you do indeed learn a lesson: Find someone with your shoe size next time! |