Richard Pombo needs to stay away from Congress
I wish I could walk in there and just check a big NO POMBO box, but I will just as happily punch the little square in my ballot.
The Southern Lady
Two nicely dressed ladies happen to start up a conversation during an endless wait in the LAX airport. The first lady was an arrogant California woman married to a …
Blindly He Haunts Me
Blindly he haunts me, killed by poisoned smoke of sacrifice. Desire bleeds deep red, and lingers always. A ghost for eternity.
My Trust Is But An Ocean
My trust is but an ocean, porcelain to the kiss. I drink the liquid of life, and dance in a champagne pool. I devour your delicious universe, and lie …
Ashes, Ashes
Ashes, ashes Lightning crashes. Quickly through the heart. When storm clouds boom, Get out of your room, And taste the tears of Heaven. But keep a watchful eye, On …
Death’s Shadow
A dark shadow crawls, Slowly towards my head. I try to step away, But something holds me down. Every second slower, Every minute longer, Yet every day shorter, Every …
One Single Flame
Sitting in the darkness with nowhere to turn, I find a little candle yearning to burn. The hope of a flame or even a spark, Cause all my fears …
The Bus Ride
I’d say she’s about 250 pounds and carries it all in her middle. There are three children with her, all under the age of seven I’m sure. The smallest …
God Wears Overalls
When I was seven, I saw a man get shot in the back of his head. He had no warning. Just a loud bang, and he was hit. He …
The Gentle Stranger
“You must not tell anyone, dear child, what I am about to tell you.” The child’s left eyebrow peaked as if to say, “Oh I won’t tell.” Knowing full …
The Smoke of Our Souls
Once again we’ve gathered, preparing for departure. Up and over, out of sight, into a whole new rhelm. Divided we sit, together we fly. You in your corner and …
Our Soul
Our soul is energy, And energy is neither created or destroyed. Our soul never dies. The body our soul inhabits was given to us as a gift from God. …
Tweaker Jane
Lust is weakened blood surging through her veins. She’ll drive it to the brink until it finally shoots her down. Jane is consumed by her lust. She’s gonna die …
How to Sing the Blues
After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes...sort of
The Cold Within
They didn’t die from the cold without, They died from the cold within.