Michael Rose
A head full of worries that sleep cant block out. A heart full of sorrow and a mind full of doubt. The path is overgrown, but their used to be a way. Searching for a meaning with the devil to pay.
A second chance is a second chance Just that, nothing more. It is a privilege, a generosity of heart and spirit not to be taken lightly. A trust, not an entitlement.
The world is velvet when I'm bathed In the warmth of my lady's gaze Lock the door, together curled Deep in love's velvet world Resigned from reality today A world of trouble, shut away.
Fifty somethings in 2012.
Baptism - the act of promising your baby's immortal soul to a god that they may or may not believe in, before they reach the age of reason..
I hate weak observational humour. If your joke plays well to grandmothers, 5 year old kids, conservative religious suburbanites and liberal-minded city folk, don't be proud.
I see her move, each fold in her dress. Tells a story in silent motion. Seamless, unseen, a dream of perfection. Pure, serene, enchanted by spirits. Theres a skater in my drink. Navigating the rocks.
We need a new word for feeling Lifelike and lonesome Sadness and potential for loving and devotion Across the dusty floor I see it in her eyes We recognize And are helpless.