I know,
There is no sadder moment...
A Daughter Has Come Home
By Mark Spencer...
Opaque flames burst from the violent horizon
And hearts break in unison as lifeless bodies...
Lilies and dandelions,
opposites per say...
"How is it that we can't feed the poor, yet...
The poor are alive, in the cold they lay...
The smell of grass, a baby cryin',
A car moving by you fast...
Peer
is often a complicated, driving force...
When I am needed by others to passionately live,
there is a banquet of positivity that I must give...
"Man Food"
What's that smell...
Seeking asylum in a virtual pub
is like taking a bath in a two inch tub...
Dark side began in doing things unseen
Yet frustration demand in commotion and...
You grab my hand and invite me
Out to the dance of life, hands on my waist...