let me talk to you about my rage
about the burning unceasing fire that can't seem...
Youth rox!
Accountability is making the step...
My
grandson...
"I play this trumpet so I can comfort
those in court who can but frown...
This is not an ode to Freddy,
Though his words seem rather apt...
beneath a black-netted curtain;
her face simmers in a sombre shade of pale...
Upon a crystallized morn
you were born unto me...
Standing on familiar soil
I see the echoes...
We all have experienced
an end to a relationship...
You always said that trust was supposed to be the...
But then how can you just sit and remain silent...
It was long ago
and memories now...
7-22-15
To my dearest papa...