A spontaneous midnight drive, without a destination set into the onboard GPS The pulse of the tires on the road are only interrupted but the
Tag: poetry
Free?
I freely cannot say that we are free. The high society or haut monde, if you will? Are anything but equitable. Playing God, intervening and “playing house”,
“may you have this dance”
“I love this song” I received the subtle hint One so noteworthy It needs no print. I firmly took her hand aided with her chair
Put that in your pipe and smoke it
What is this stuff that makes me so numb? You can roll it, and burn it and it makes you feel dumb? Wow that sounds
Tired tears and lullaby’s
Late night, no sleep, it’s been a while, countless sheep. That same ole’ cow jumps over the moon, I sure do hope the fat lady
Is it me? Or is it My?
Is it me? Or is it My? Answers to riddles will come in time. Who am I? When or where? Asking the meaning of life
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 