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I sometimes fear the younger generation will be deprived
  of the pleasures of hoeing;
  there is no knowing
how many souls have been formed by this simple exercise.

The dry earth like a great scab breaks, revealing
  moist-dark loam--
  the pea-root's home,
a fertile wound perpetually healing.

How neatly the green weeds go under!
  The blade chops the earth new.
  Ignorant the wise boy who
has never rendered thus the world fecunder.

Sitting in the darkness,
Wanting nothing,
Needing nothing.
The emptiness surrounds me,
No light for miles,
No hope to be found.
The darkness breaks me down,
Drains my spirit,
Drains me of life.
The darkness makes me cold,
Consumes me,
Corrupts me.

In brightest morns, in darkest nights
In sweet december days In narrowness two hearts ignite
A glow in amber rays They love, they fight, they come together again
They know it's right to share the other's pain
we watched as lads such nature's riddle
and now we're glad to be in the middle
of such enticement, of such commitment
of such unbogus romance
Let's savour a passion true
under a sky of clearest blue
This is our chance.

I'm awe struck
got a message from you on Facebook,
I just can't stop smiling.
You flipped my day around,
bright side up from upside down.
You sent a song you played my way,
and breathed new life into me
One moment I was drowning
and then your melody revived me.
You wrote that you missed seeing me around,
but my heart I still keep hidden
buried underground.

her holds on me
(more than i held her)

i first spent time with her
in an apartment with no heat,

fell into her with ease
we were young, no stresses and free

laid her down on my couch
party dress, balloon packaging

my friend took her out first
pure and simple, should have scared me

by the glow of candles
warming her face to the lights ream

her smell was different
i was just hoping to get-some

her true intent eluded me
and i got her under my skin

her taste so devilish
tremble my heart as we began

i lost myself to her
and there i vowed never again                      

my friend, was not as lucky
he died, her still clinging to his arm

her power is entrancing
quickly ruining lives with the chase 



but time moves on and things change
i haven't kept her around for years now  

that girl was my hero in one dark moment of my life
then a villain stealing both friends and tears

Don't know how others do,
but from her, I get rave reviews ;)

See some people, in my opinion, just don't
know how to leave "perfect" alone.
And God bless her. She is perfect... and to her,
I am too.



-our two lonely hearts on completely seperate paths
far between and few crossings periodically over glasses and laughs
-holding in a special sort of love and comfort,  
the times that we spend together, as dreams and fantasies long remembered
-our two wounded hearts, full in so many other ways,
complete "What might have been," playing at house for a few mythical days



Ah, but life moves on, (Shakespere said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow")
we must again forward tread each our own roads "on 'morrow"...
And accept that "Life is what it is" and
[as Woody Allen said] "Whatever Works"


-perhaps this seems to detached of a view to some,
but tell the truth
-don't I count my love?.. [her fair skin, my muse]
does my love less intensify as we part... [unbrused]?
-Our love is good I say,   and shall remain unblemished
because we always say goodbye and part with a kiss, when finished

is not life , and art and their existence in need of some balance.
-As so, our friendship has remained for years by knowing
of Our love... and its limits

lively music breaks out
from the stage
a friend of mine (Daniel)
his band is playing


the night is hot
to spite the frigid weather


from start of the next set
the crowd's a wreck
many rode hard
now wet with sweat

a female vocalist lit up the scene
with a sonic scream
bodies were flailing around
she kept wailing out


the war rages on
until early morn
everyone screaming and jumping
all passengers caught up in storm


having been transported now
[to a land far away]
for most of the night

i'm feeling ragged
[worn out]
but still pretty high

There’s a quiet place in my mind
One that I keep trying to find
Where it’s never trouble
And I always know just what to write

Lying down with head in the grass
These nice, warm, sunny days never last
Watch the smoke rise like clouds
Catching a train, she’s on her way out

With guitar I’m left, hanging here
Still a boy, with poems of “no fear”
Too early to bed down
Simmer the swimming thoughts in my head

I’ll go now…
To that place that I said,
So that I don’t run around here screaming
All the words I left unsaid