This approaching dawn looks brighter than the others. The Orioles song seems sweeter than I remember. The fog I had resigned myself to living with
Their mirrors reflected wondrous images. Among them were holy men washing the feet of beggar men & the women who keep the fires burning dancing a fantastic dance, millions of them & more but numbers do not go up that high, especially where numbers don’t count at all.
HE SAID: I am only human. My voice is powerful so I never shout. We share many of the same thoughts. We come from the same
This life is amazing. It really sucks though. Sometimes. It is like Rosemary’s baby. Her head is spinning in circles in a movie called Psycho. She
Part of my face is an immense crater. It is here I spend all my free time, sitting beside myself sipping tea on the lips of
Riding out this storm tonight, I’m reminded of that fateful night, When thunder rocked the southern sky And good, kind Richard had to die. Near La Jolla upon the