Crazy Little They Virginia Carraway Stark I wrote a little poem about a girl beyond the pale they all thought it was about them it was like the song being ‘so vain’ they all thought this poem was about them but it was the crazy…

surrounded by noise the noise in my head fights the competition and looses.

If we loved things in the moment the way we do in retrospect, no poems would ever be written. No love letters would be found by grandchildren, no stories of spectacular losses and unlikely saves would be told by parents anxious to relive their glory…

“You egotistical bastard, this ain’t about you.” “Of course it’s not, it’s always about you. You selfish bitch.” Two daughters, stood off to the side Twins Hiding in the darkness Listening to their parents fight once again “Wanna play a game?” The first twin asked…

Mother nature welcomed us With perfect habitat Fruits to eat Water to drink Natural caves to live in Weathers to enjoy Trees to help us sustain We didn’t need more But we thought we did Now we destroyed all he gifts To fulfill our greed…

The birds, they sit and watch me as I think, and deer wander near as I, in solitude, visit their yards. Mountain lions warm their tails beside my fire, and bears grumble a gruff hello when I tread upon our trail. Children smile, reach for…

In the beginning out of the vast emptiness of space the Creator created heat with the fast rubbing of hands then a large clap and all civilization began the earth evolved and creation took over they sought to mimic the Creator in creation but greed…

The Beginning Beautiful before beauty destroyer and creator Out of the vacuum Out of the oscillations Out of the vibrations we were born hot with no observer from the silent, bubbling crucible  

The thunder rolls The lightning strikes As the rain begins to pour Rivers begin to flow down the streets Flowers become covered with little crystals of rain drops The clouds so dark and gloomy Yet the sun still peeking through to say good morning With…

the rules are there are no rules We gotta get away We don’t know what they want You say they might be able to help But we don’t know that We can never know that again Stella’s right I don’t know what trust means How…