People looking for people
And to those crying women,
Who will tell? That
are more beautiful when it rains
,
and dawn approaches,
at night on the roses, raving
by weather, and hours
past nine
And those simple men, Who
tell them? Not everything
yellow leaves with the sun,
or sentiment, which is strong brick
who does not dance with the wind,
within the heart.
And many people with dark hair,
Who will tell? That
between my dreams and your troubles,
end so tired
falling asleep convinced
drawing further, knowing that their sounds
,
are songs of the past. And these men
sad
What say? Who will tell
jokes on cold nights?.
you forget to listen, we get a phone
cysts,
you no longer wanted to fight
now live with an empty heart.
And if after all you still want to figure
listen,
looking good in the dark night.
but only when it rains,
and moisten your eyes,
looking for adventure. Put the roses
soak for nine hours have passed.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Shot Put Balls For Sale
Paradise
will walk again, until sunrise,
to have sun,
that I'm too tight.
at night not so cold,
a few blocks dawn
sitting here,
on the River.
crossed so many walls, and so much hope
had no place to hide,
so long were their spears ...
a shadow and an idea,
a few hours,
you go to your heaven.
A couple of hours,
a shadow and an idea,
debris, other pumps,
"Amen", you say?, So be it ...
will walk again, until sunrise,
to have sun,
that I'm too tight.
at night not so cold,
a few blocks dawn
sitting here,
on the River.
crossed so many walls, and so much hope
had no place to hide,
so long were their spears ...
a shadow and an idea,
a few hours,
you go to your heaven.
A couple of hours,
a shadow and an idea,
debris, other pumps,
"Amen", you say?, So be it ...
Baptism Acrostic Poem
now she idly
A little happier
walk now.
With his head held high,
not care what
say it.
had her daughter,
smiling forever
when she smiles,
also his mother.
From crazy to die,
alone at other
crazy, in that sad room,
sad so many windows
like drops Rain,
that crossed the glasses were never ...
many times have you said
and how little you stop.
A little happier
walk now.
With his head held high,
not care what
say it.
had her daughter,
smiling forever
when she smiles,
also his mother.
From crazy to die,
alone at other
crazy, in that sad room,
sad so many windows
like drops Rain,
that crossed the glasses were never ...
many times have you said
and how little you stop.
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