Why follow the crowd, when you can be unique?
Be yourself and disregard everyone's critique...
The thunder wrang out
And the rain came down...
On the morn of 14th October 1881
with a light wind that was blowing...
Window sill of my life ahead
Drawn upon black parchment...
She still lives on the old place,
in the same house all four of the children were...
Inspired by the poem "Repairs" by Andrew...
Tools flood the garage...
© Francisco Guzman 2005
Dear Journal...
When you're too upset to cry
And Too sick to die...
They're playing conga drums and bongo drums and...
in the living room...
I have survived
thousands of years...
In a mad world they say only the mad are sane
life is full of ups and downs, a crazy poker...
I just wanted to thank you
for everything you did...