Two wanderers stop where the dirt paths merge She is coy, curious; He is brave, bold Eyes catch and fall ignorant to the sun winking behind the trees He, from the East and Her, the West seek out the North and South but carelessness has…
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What is Love?
I haven’t any answers You haven’t any clues The question is often asked When something doesn’t ring true Often confused with feelings and contradicting thoughtless acts the paths of knowing and doing may not always tract. Because love is not a gift, given in the…
Hour 10
I have always thought drowning a more fitting death than being burnt alive. Though I hope to be cremated, my ears don’t wish to bear witness to my personal demise. I can imagine the way the flame licks my fingers, the sheer beauty of it…
Not much left to Crow About
The crow hasn’t much to crow about His spirit bleached to a dull white All of Earth as he knew has changed Not much left of his fight His raucous songs were his pride His friends and he ruled in a mob He adapted well…
My Love, I don’t need long romantic vacays To me, Life happens when we hold hands and run to catch buses & trains I don’t need roses, gifts or cards To me, Life happens when you hold me while crossing the road I don’t need…
Train Comes Home
Knocking on the door. Surprise on my face; My crazy Aunty’s back. She’s come again with the bag To take the goodness out. She’s a witness. Jesus was not born. I spit behind her walk past me. I sit at the minute past 6 To…
The Garden of Secrets
I heard tale of a girl who became disillusioned with her life Her mother says it was school Her teachers say it was her home Her friends say it was something else entirely They say she found a secret garden filled with all the flowers…
Feeling Low
Oh, If I have been feeling low, feeling low, feeling low Leaps and Bounds emotions flow feeling low, feeling low, feeling low And if I ever lose my hope, going slow, stop to grow, Oh if I ever lose my hope, Oh if… I won’t…
Beware the Moonshadow
The old tales speak of the moonshadow, following after the farmers in full moon’s light Don’t be fooled by the reaper disguised, as the shadow cast by the full moon’s light There’s work to do but it can wait Leave the plough, bring the…
Empty Space is Full of Regrets
Spoilers for the end of Portal 2, and a reference to Blue Sky. Press the button – if you dare.