Sent: 2/8/2006 12:05 AM
i miss kissing
it was so long ago
the last time
a while far behind
where my anxious stare
at pale red to pucker
hoped for invitation
then drew into acceptance
and touched warm
tasting new dew drops
of honeysuckle nectar
beaded across the lace
of mint julep leaves
my grazing rolling hills
of the horizon
meeting the sun
carefully
leaving
pink
Wednesday, February 8, 2006
Monday, February 6, 2006
ME : batting on things
Sent: 2/6/2006 10:10 PM
i'm a sweaty ten
flushed red cheeks
white knickers
with padding
and my heart
is racing
pounding
batting
on things.
i knew
i'd never be
a baseball player
like mama and daddy
encouraged so
hitting homeruns
shortstopping hits
in left field
sand was far
from my eyes
as i searched
for the fourleaf clover
in the sunlit patch
hoping to receive
a sign of luck
the chance that life
was truly more
than just a game
and still now
many years later
with frozen pink cheeks
as white hairs grow
over a cold hole
in the ice
all around
frozen water
and me fishing
i suddenly realize
i'm still batting
on things
struggling to take
the risk of hitting the ball
it flying high by
me not concious
of the web
catching behind
yet now I see
for a reason
i'm just trying
to find that
perfect pitch
to me
the pitch
the break
the smash
that would make me
bat it out of the park
the one that would be
a full homerun
i just need to know
which
pitch
is
the
bite
i'm a sweaty ten
flushed red cheeks
white knickers
with padding
and my heart
is racing
pounding
batting
on things.
i knew
i'd never be
a baseball player
like mama and daddy
encouraged so
hitting homeruns
shortstopping hits
in left field
sand was far
from my eyes
as i searched
for the fourleaf clover
in the sunlit patch
hoping to receive
a sign of luck
the chance that life
was truly more
than just a game
and still now
many years later
with frozen pink cheeks
as white hairs grow
over a cold hole
in the ice
all around
frozen water
and me fishing
i suddenly realize
i'm still batting
on things
struggling to take
the risk of hitting the ball
it flying high by
me not concious
of the web
catching behind
yet now I see
for a reason
i'm just trying
to find that
perfect pitch
to me
the pitch
the break
the smash
that would make me
bat it out of the park
the one that would be
a full homerun
i just need to know
which
pitch
is
the
bite
Sunday, February 5, 2006
ME : life preserver
Sent: 2/5/2006 8:07 PM
i spent most of my life
angry with God
over everything
i thought was wrong
with my life
until i realized
that it is perfect
in God's Eyes,
thanks to Jesus Christ:
my Life Preserver
i spent most of my life
angry with God
over everything
i thought was wrong
with my life
until i realized
that it is perfect
in God's Eyes,
thanks to Jesus Christ:
my Life Preserver
ME : Jesus Prays
Sent: 2/5/2006 7:38 PM
Jesus kneels by His bedside every night
and prays for every single name
who called to Him
for His Father.
Jesus kneels by His bedside every night
and prays for every single name
who called to Him
for His Father.
ME : sickness
Sent: 2/5/2006 7:22 PM
is our nature
from birth
we die
struggling
against time's
current
but remember
there's something
much more
than nature
in human
is our nature
from birth
we die
struggling
against time's
current
but remember
there's something
much more
than nature
in human
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