When you wake up in the morning
Don’t forget to face the mirror...
**Behind the poem...I was sitting on the porch...
A problem is a problem I got no problem with this,
Search for a solution to find where the problem...
You danced
Spinning, arms opened wide...
He writes to me everyday, in his own special way...
He tells me of his love, and ask to pray for his...
Little Things
Are So Important To Me...
Freewrite...
My ink runs slow, my mind subdued
So many words, are misconstrued...
My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...
And as I slip, sliding down this distant path
I still hear the voices, the tin pot radio...
Beware of what you say ‘yes’ to
it is such a small word...
..break me down with the slightest touch,
and leave me leant upon a crutch...