Miss Mossy always wanted
to mow the mess beneath...
Tremendous lights, sleepless nights
a dream that could vanish within sight...
A Daughter Has Come Home
By Mark Spencer...
Since I was kid I witnessed my own death no stress...
By the grass hut waited
The only companion she had...
O frankness,
O honesty...
She dances ballet in rush hour traffic
Pirouetting and prancing through...
What Kind of Chance do we Have?
Brave in our Thoughts...
So you popped out a kid, well done you
But it's nothing clever and Its nothing new...
Can you see it?
can you dream it...
The world is shaded in black and white
with little or less courage we fight for our...
Rising above the realms of myth,
an enticing chimera whispers...