The simple tap
on the roof top calls...
In a desert wasteland of fear and despair
There grew a blue rose that had much love to share...
The rhythm
the rhythm...
Just a simple woman
Never asked for riches or gold...
(This is a piece from one of the first poems I...
She leads the way to the citrus trees...
This annoyance only a woman would know
Irritation of the stilts attatched to my hips...
I need someone In my life
To make it alright...
She comes to me every night
Shows me the way...
Today when i got home all i hear is blah blah this...
Do you think you know me?
Or am I stranger to you...
I held you in my arms
I looked at your angel face...
Well all these words
That leave my mouth...