Just a Short Poem on Letters Never Sent
Don't Know Painting By God
Peace Be Upon You
Oh me oh my
Who am I?
Such condemnation of others
Who am I with my druthers?
Tie my mouth shut
Give to me no but
Could it be that I am the fool
A hypocrite without golden rule
Stay far away from the telephone
It only leaves me more alone
Only love all the others
Leave alone all that bothers
If we were made to chastise
We hope and pray not that to realize.
Let It Be
Love of Life Maybe
I ran in the house. Soaped up my hair and stripped down. And I ran back outside and washed my head in the rain. These things are not gifts, these are promises.
