Don't close your eyes.
Not for one minute...
Everything...
spins around in my head...
I repeatedly imagine,
the day we meet again...
A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found...
Readings this at my dad's funeral :)
June 4th, 1991...
It's your Eyes, they say
That laugh in gay abandon with the world...
Bandits request you
for either money or life...
Man in the wilderness
shouting "I am!"...
As these thoughts and feelings race through my...
Everything seems like its fake and just a dream...
There are days when the highway sure seems
like a safer place than the lingering four walls...
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
Heaven sent (script)
Two minutes to reach this precise...