“A path lies before us all. It is our choice to wander down or to forge a new path. Hidden in the trees are the truths that all others seek, but have yet to find, because they do not venture from the tired old road. Venture deep into the wilderness, for the truth is whispered [...]
Well, as you may notice below, some of my poetic entries have returned… but many have not. Unless I can find a cached page somewhere, they are gone forever.
I saw you when I awoke this morning Standing there, blond streaks in your hair I could swear you were real That you were really standing there
Welcome, oh Courteous Morning Tasting of stale breath I rub the sleep from my eyes And rub my hands through my uncombed hair
Morning light lifts above the horizon east A spring wind blows Dust on this highway I travel until that time Only I will know
I don’t see it It isn’t there no matter how many times you try I don’t care You make me feel, as if all hell has broken loose and it’s all my fault, what must I do to bring on an uneasy truce.
