Posted on March 9, 2013 at 2:08pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
Sometimes, in the dark hours, when the birds in the parking garage are silent, and all I can hear is the shushing of the tires of the homebound late shift workers, I think about you.
I try to remember the good times, the times in Technicolor, filled with heart and soul so deep all I could see was rich, brown velvet.
In a box,
that velvet climbed up the walls, caressed the…
ContinuePosted on December 30, 2012 at 11:59am 1 Comment 0 Likes
...a new year arrises,
and I wonder what this means.
...a chance to begin again?
but every new dawning contains this seed.
maybe, just maybe
...a first and new glimpse,
a quivery legged rising.
....…
Posted on December 24, 2012 at 3:42pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
This is what I think: If a person who owns a firearm is caught committing a crime against humanity then not only is his immediate family quarantined but also his neighborhood is cordonned off and every home within a block radius around is searched and if guns are found, then the same thing happens until an entire neighborhood is gun free. It will give the police something to occupy themselves because they are no longer going to be hunting down and prosecuting people who smoke marijuana.…
ContinuePosted on September 2, 2012 at 11:51am 0 Comments 0 Likes
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