I’ve got a pink Rose, that is dried preserved forever– won’t fade away, no petals dropping, nothing falling; I’ve got a Pink Rose that is dried. I’ve got romance, I’ve got chocolate, and I’ve got a Pink? yes, I’ve got a pink– Rose, Forever: and I’ll never, ever have to watch it die.

How do I talk to you after all this time You who are the same as me yet so very different You with whom we shared youth and formed dreams and through adversity rejoiced in the arrival of your child My love for you never ended but the hurt you caused runs as deep as…

Take a look at my vitality Using words to mask an illusion that has fathered me and left Bastard credentials Could define me, but I only try to show the best Of a character that never was me Never will be One that you were never even supposed to see But I use it as…

What is it to you? Perhaps nothing, but it is Everything to me. What is it to you? perhaps a strand of DNA, but it is Everything to me. What is it to you?– Perhaps something to dye and chop, but it is Everything to me. Like Ladies in Fairytales, Like Jewesses Before the Common…

It’s like Being at the end of My Line, and then– Hashem. It’s like Being out of breath and then– Hashem. It’s as if I’ve been Expended beyond myself, and then– Hashem. It’s as if I Am nearly faint, and then– Hashem. At which point, there is nothing else But The One what else is…

Two forces dance around each other trying to get the prize… The prize is tired of their silly games… The more the forces push closer and dance the further the prize retreats.. One day the prize said ENOUGH!! Then the 2 forces Stopped. They had to. The prize wasn’t listening and there was blissful silence.…

I could say I was blind to your goodness, and unappreciative to your kindness, but I wasn’t use to being happy, or enjoying some1s company as much as I did yours. Like standing at the top of a mountain and feeling great or watching a water fall amazed, being with you I couldn’t even compare…

Skipping out from work to check my bank account. The deadly numbers scared me sideways. Slipping below pink zone. I end up shaking in an alley in early morning. Watching pigeons flip their wings diligently above church spires and telephone wires. The station looms next to the smell of the Hostess Cupcake factory. Should I…

Can’t walk away, won’t wave it off, don’t try to breath to take it all In So you know the path to let it out No tears fall fast to point you south Normally, go where the rivers flow But water cascades off of crimson slopes This time Cliff’s edge used as beginning of sentence…

3 miles… gone A long way from home when the light that you see has been turned off You see, only in memory, but determined, you are Learned before you came here that love ain’t shown the same where Your come from it depends on Can’t look at world around you for something felt within…