Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Orange Insects



WHAT A BABE CHER WAS!


I counted every rain drop today; it was a short day.

Friday, February 24, 2012

The Wave of Her Hands

Sometimes the world spits you out, sometimes she swallows you into her belly.
It's like trying to take pictures of the sunlight.
You'll never capture it. Never get proof.
Never make her believe you.
I was born once, and I'll die once. Whatever happens in-between will happen a lot.
I use to cry over fear, now I cry from pain.
Have you ever fell asleep underneath your kitchen table, while your Mother wept?
Have you ever seen your father wash blood from his hands?
Have you ever fallen down a well, and wanted to stay there?
The Moon looms large over my obligatory lifestyle.
The Sun's son is sleeping sweetly under the stars.
Melted like a waterfall over a river.
Sunken like an unwanted treasure.
Kissed like a friendly stranger.
Forgotten like a shadow.
Sometimes the world spits you out. Sometimes she swallows you whole.
I once was lost, but now I'm found. 
Was blind, but now I see.
Not all wheels have to be around
For your two eyes to see.