What could have been so bad,
With a blink you took away all we had...

Bleed weak one, that's all that's left,
Your kind is food, nature's gift...

Erin of the Sycamore,
Holding in more pain than anyone has ever bore...

Nothing seems more sad, when I see that old woman,
A dedicated wife, really a saint...

Into the courtyard, to the site,
Wondrous pleasure, and an honor to be here...

One day turns into another,
And I can't get along with anyone, not even my...

The new year, embrace it, its here!
Let the old one fall away, as well as the fear...

I knew someone via the net,
His daily rantings proved he was very upset...

It's nice to sit alone,
Thinking, probing...

I look down at you,
Small poppet...

There is an ocean of emotions,
Followed by insidious commotions...

Gob Callo...I hear Bowie,
When I listen to your spew...