Unanswered

The question of life

Everytime i know you

Everytime i hear you laugh my heart skips a beat Everytime you glance my way i fall down at your feet Everytime you jeer at me my heart freezes over

The cowardy survivor

Bombs rushing overhead All the heroes lie there dead Frustration, pity and sorrow surround Ears deaf to such obsolite sound And as we lie in our dark pit

Confused

Blank, unfeeling, blank, mind, head, spinning, confused. Insufferable quest to be the best Lost but high above the rest Falling, falling, falling down

The Fens are not your friend

Part of my entry for Bard of the Fens

The Storm

When all about you is crumbling, And darkness supplants the Day. You must reach deep within yourself, For the resolve and the grit to say,

The Rhythm of Samba

Brazil the land of Samba.
Cherry

Baby and Joe

The past is always with us.

On "Revolution"

I often write about revolution, and voice strong criticism of mainstream America.
Cherry

THE PIE SHOP. Chapter Three. LIL'S STORY.

It had been a lousy Saturday right from the beginning.

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