Holy Mary the clear mother of God
How the protesters think it is so odd...
It is difficult for me to measure time.
For it is a part of this imperfect place...
© Francisco Guzman 2005
In a world of swirling darkness...
What is this feeling?
Separating me from you...
Everytime I feel the building tears
derive from my eyes...
~!~This is to E. G.~!~
Saying a message to you...
Poem in prayer to friends/family--some of those...
I still guide my life with You...
The rain is the tears of the Angels, knowing...
The lightning is God's wrath that He will bestow...
I drop to my knee's
And scream, "please"...
Many don't understand me
And my religion...
O Lord, what will I think with if I lose my mind?
What will I see with, if my eyes are to be blind...
I sat alone today, with all my friends
Sitting there watching them, talk about their...