A mother was blessed,
with not one but two...
I am Orson the Black Jaguar
I stalking through dusk in the Jungles of...
It's hard to write a poem
when you don't know what to write...
Did you know
that when i close my eyes...
Red,
Its the color of roses that bloom in the spring...
Watching by the wedding bells
Ringing so damn far away...
Happy birthday to me
I am thirty-five years old...
My mother and I have gone through many wishs
Many laughters...
Joan Jett
Steve Miller...
Gloves sterile I'm there ready to deliver
Scalpel in my hands as they shake and they tremble...
Dedicated to one who once was my uncle and now is...
The first thirteen had some meanings...
Walking down the long hallways,
the smell of family all round...