She ran her slender fingers
against the wall, feeling the moisture...

On top the building he sat.
Waiting, Watching for the...

Poetic balance of thought?
Why would thoughts be poetic and surely if ever...

What is time but a clock
you buy at the department store...

Sweet young girl
no one to love...

We aide the rich,
yet not the poor...

My heart is black
burnt like coal...

If miles separate the truth
will truth always be listened to...

Her hair perfectly placed
reaches the center of her...

Her hair perfectly placed
reaches the center of her...

I've been a bit distracted lately.
And I'm so sorry...

As a little girl I would play in the woods,
I had my special tree...