I loosen my hair in the wind,
writing fragments of poetry...
An Open Mind
By Mark Spencer...
Tenderly He called me...
and bid me welcome home...
I watched him walk away
Thought he might return...
Somber throats choke on virulent words,
Heavy as dust that flutters as fog...
Swift the days pass by my window
Watch robins meet the buds of Spring...
Looking to heaven, moonlight, stars
For who we were and who we are...
It hangs on a nail, with no need for a shelf
Displayed in glory with no grand stories of wealth...
I realize nothing's capatalized, but i like it...
An ache that builds and burns
Desperation creases my furrowed brow...
Must a common-era end with a period,
Sanctimoniously to please the myriad...
The hero said to himself:
if I lie, if I stay silent, if I become one of...