The difference between a
bad decision,
a poor decision
and a foolish decision.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Esmeralda Laughing
Her sudden
easy
laughter surprised me...like it had
spilled from a jar.
The kind of laugh that
breaks your heart.
Breaks your goddam heart.
Reminds you of someone that you thought you'd
forgotten.
The kind of laugh.that
you don't
laugh along with.
The fact is
you don't laugh at all.
it's HER laugh.
It's the kind of laugh that suggests " everything should
be held closer. "
easy
laughter surprised me...like it had
spilled from a jar.
The kind of laugh that
breaks your heart.
Breaks your goddam heart.
Reminds you of someone that you thought you'd
forgotten.
The kind of laugh.that
you don't
laugh along with.
The fact is
you don't laugh at all.
it's HER laugh.
It's the kind of laugh that suggests " everything should
be held closer. "
Monday, June 16, 2014
Mabel and Poor Henry
Mabel's got ants in
her pants
Poor Henry's got 'em
in his head
That girl is always squirming.
Poor Henry.
He can't concentrate in her bed.
her pants
Poor Henry's got 'em
in his head
That girl is always squirming.
Poor Henry.
He can't concentrate in her bed.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
heartbeating
it seems like the
broken heart
never really heals....yeah, it can be
resuscitated,
re-surfaced,
renovated,
re-habilitated,
possibly re-located
and even..... re-claimed, but
" is it ever the same ? "
no,
i think not.
kudo's to those
who can keep the beat
broken heart
never really heals....yeah, it can be
resuscitated,
re-surfaced,
renovated,
re-habilitated,
possibly re-located
and even..... re-claimed, but
" is it ever the same ? "
no,
i think not.
kudo's to those
who can keep the beat
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Bullets
Let's pull the trigger.
Let the bullets meet
in the middle.
Nah, it ain't gonna kill us,
but it just might
hurt alittle.
Let's reach for something out there...
something we still hope
to feel.
Then we'll talk about recovery
and give the
bullets
time to heal.
Let the bullets meet
in the middle.
Nah, it ain't gonna kill us,
but it just might
hurt alittle.
Let's reach for something out there...
something we still hope
to feel.
Then we'll talk about recovery
and give the
bullets
time to heal.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
bellyaching
I proposed to breakfast,
but i married lunch.
I prayed for dinner.
Oh Lord, i think i ate too much.
but i married lunch.
I prayed for dinner.
Oh Lord, i think i ate too much.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
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