When buying and selling are controlled by legislation, the first things to be bought and sold are legislators.
- PJ O'Rourke
Friday, March 16, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
thanks rach
i would like to take these words and thank rachell for introducing me to hope....she is amazing....so.....so....exquisite
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
a song in the works
my dear friend
you deserve better
than a song
written to your end
you deserve more love
than what you've been shown
i wish i could give you
a better place
to call your home
if only you could see
the way i dream
how i picture
you beside me
but life didn't work out
the way we thought it would
it didn't even come close
to what it should
so i regretfully
have to tell you
that this is all
i have to say
so i offer
all i can
everything i give you
with the strumming
of my hands
you deserve better
than a song
written to your end
you deserve more love
than what you've been shown
i wish i could give you
a better place
to call your home
if only you could see
the way i dream
how i picture
you beside me
but life didn't work out
the way we thought it would
it didn't even come close
to what it should
so i regretfully
have to tell you
that this is all
i have to say
so i offer
all i can
everything i give you
with the strumming
of my hands
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
peering out the window
the grass outside invites me
invites me to lay down
in the warmth the sun creates
on its chest
to rest my head
on the ground
and rest my soul
in the rays
the breeze sings me to sleep
with its light whisper of eternity
eternally dreaming
of the rain that won't last until spring
the season carried off to the yonder
of my wonder
and where are the flowers
the pinks, and blues, and reds, and yellows
so yellow that only my dreams
can contain such vibrant
brilliant, radiant
streams of color
invites me to lay down
in the warmth the sun creates
on its chest
to rest my head
on the ground
and rest my soul
in the rays
the breeze sings me to sleep
with its light whisper of eternity
eternally dreaming
of the rain that won't last until spring
the season carried off to the yonder
of my wonder
and where are the flowers
the pinks, and blues, and reds, and yellows
so yellow that only my dreams
can contain such vibrant
brilliant, radiant
streams of color
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