Finally…
Finally… I am over you.
Read More Finally…Finally… I am over you.
Read More Finally…I met a man and his father today, Upon their six strings they did play. From the heart they did sing and from the floor, The Sensation they did bring.
Read More SensationFrom an injured soul, heart break doth rage. Feet dangle no more; from the edge of page. The page is turned the leather binds no longer. Injured soul , weeps among her.
Read More Among HerThere is a crazy guy Who lives behind the fire station, they say. Place is a wreck on any given day. People judge him by sight Knowing his mind isn’t right. Tinkering there with all his riches, Dreaming like any other. Accusations from people, they do fly, The man doesn’t seem to understand why. It […]
Read More Behind The Fire StationFor my dad, He says, well My light was on, at the time you said you came in last night. Yes I saw it on. He says, well I thought you may be scared to stay down there by yourself? As I looked at my 83 year old father looked at me, I realized. You […]
Read More Are You Scared Down There?Mr. Witson, On the ground With your demons all around. Their sickness infected you too To live with your whole life thru. When you tire of this type of fun? Do as I did. RUN…….. Mr. Witson……..Run!!!!
Read More Mr. WitsonThere is a small town in Texas very small indeed. Children board their buses for school In front of their homes for the most part. A rural small town in Texas. I cannot fess I have always agreed on things with the small school in Texas, in the small town. My last child of six […]
Read More A SMALL TOWN IN TEXASFor Juggs The saddest thing. To live in an undying fear. Be afraid of none. Confusion. Oppression. There can be no progression. Sickly welcomed regression. Scattered beyond the means to gather. Find your knees. Before they end you all. Just the saddest thing.
Read More The Saddest ThingSitting behind this window Vast knowledge behind me. Acknowledgement of just how little I know.
Read More At the Window of KnowledgeAt one time or another in life, we are all a victim of something. We do not remain there. It is not a life style. The victim pony, is always there, ready to ride ; ready to run. If your lucky, his saddle is loose and you will fall off. That would be easier than […]
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