Sent: 9/11/2006 12:05 AM
the thing i remember the most
about you and me
since i first came into birth
was my riding with you
on your motorcycle
back in the seventy somethings
i remember being so scared
yet thrilled
when we were out there
i was safe
on your motorcycle running wild and free
across interstates in every direction
places to be seen and none explored
and you've almost explored every one
you are secure
the thing i know now
is that you
are about to go for a ride
out into the sun setting
just like the movie star
you've always been
to me in my life
and although that makes me sad
i know i'll see you
again
so drive
we're all holding on
to your waist
so drive
love will never let go
i love you
Chad
Monday, September 11, 2006
Wednesday, September 6, 2006
Poetry : man on fire
Sent: 9/6/2006 9:03 PM
i play russian roulette
with my life
because i don't trust God
to take
the next shot
discounting all my worth
nevertheless i still
Believe in You
i play russian roulette
with my life
because i don't trust God
to take
the next shot
discounting all my worth
nevertheless i still
Believe in You
Poetry : polls
Sent: 9/6/2006 8:59 PM
now i don't know much about polls
or what they really want to say
or even who's been asked
but i would be a child left behind
if i was consistently testing in 30s
out of 100
isn't that failing?
now i don't know much about polls
or what they really want to say
or even who's been asked
but i would be a child left behind
if i was consistently testing in 30s
out of 100
isn't that failing?
Poetry : scent
Sent: 9/6/2006 8:54 PM
he splashes cologne
upon his face
and the perfume
lingers
on his hands
fingers
upon my skin
testing
for my pulse
am i breathing?
do you hear
the rhythm
of my heart
beating?
am i still
alive?
and
now I walk
with the sweet
sweet smell
that sweet,
sweet unique
smell
had
all day
he splashes cologne
upon his face
and the perfume
lingers
on his hands
fingers
upon my skin
testing
for my pulse
am i breathing?
do you hear
the rhythm
of my heart
beating?
am i still
alive?
and
now I walk
with the sweet
sweet smell
that sweet,
sweet unique
smell
had
all day
Poetry : alone
Sent: 9/6/2006 8:46 PM
i run my fingers
through these dry
sands of time
just feeling
like crying
feeling lost
like the desert
when that dune buggy
made a wrong turn
so now i'm out here
in this wilderness alone
all
a l o n e
i run my fingers
through these dry
sands of time
just feeling
like crying
feeling lost
like the desert
when that dune buggy
made a wrong turn
so now i'm out here
in this wilderness alone
all
a l o n e
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