04-19-04
Monday...
Safeguard your beauties
not in your masks...
Light digs up the hope.
You appear like pure flint...
Unsightly world searching for unsightliness in...
to constantly conform herself...
as the body count
careered out of control those...
Two birds perched pretty upon a branch by
the quiet stream. The jungle deep in the lush...
Can't hear your voice, but
Vibrations ripple through me...
Earth bound, tied to who I am!
No brush to canvas to releases the emotions...
I admit, I am deep!
The bubble gum and popcorn brigade...
Can you foretell tomorrow?
The past lives in my poems...