[FONT=Arial][COLOR=Indigo]He walked his feet on world grounds From the steeps of Parthenon To heavy streets of Bangkok Lured by dreams and wonders And he challenged his ego Among fearless bikers of Vietnam The warlords of buzzing streets And with his two passionate eyes Captured the smiles of the Malayans And shared the cold air with the unknown Chinese old man While they talked and smoked pipes in Shanghai’s most crowded alley ...
Masquerade I wonder just what would happen If I threw all my masks away And let you see the lonely man Behind the masquerade? I have so many pseudonyms, And I use them as I feel the need— But somewhere in this tangled mess I lost the sight of me… Am I Jonathan Blade, the bold, the daring? David Pendragon, writer with the silver pen? Raven Darkendale torn by emotional storm? John Michael Carmichel—logic ...
nourishment, love jetting, dribbling. tears rain from my breast onto shower panes, too fat and heavy to fall from my eyes. milk that you will never drink the nurse told me to dry up but how can i stop this is all i have we will never be together again so i may... never... stop spilling ...something. ...
from the kitchen i navigate D stairs to the bathroom, and L more from there to my room once upon a time i was afraid of falling - isn't that every pregnant woman's worst nightmare? but then i became excited so i stopped just counting stairs, i wanted to teach you letters too your 5 year-old brother has already borrowed my copy ...
Tiny Fingers: For Valentine’s Day I’d planned to write a song about hearts and roses, About the love you find just where no ever supposes You’d ever find it—so they don’t bother to look. A song that filled with kisses and warm embraces, And the brilliant smiles that can light the darkest faces— Oh, the poetry would fill a book. But what came to mind is my own three kids, They sure are their mom’s and my greatest gift, Our little ...
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