With my two hands
I will do my best...
(Search Your Soul For What Makes You Whole)
I sit here and wage war on myself...
My life has more twists than Lombard Street
More issues than Time magazine...
I love the days when i come to your class
the lessons just seem to go so fast...
© Francisco Guzman 2005
Dear Journal...
Lesbian Love is hard
Not because of society...
Seein' this pale face, those sad eyes got me...
What happened to the kid who was always flippin...
at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...
I was clearing up my garden
As last night there was a storm...
Sun glows through curtains,
coffee is bitter heaven...
march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...
He held a gun to my head and I saw the humanity in...
so I forgave him as soon as he lowered the pistol...