shall contain a few poems. I guess it's time for me to contribute, eh? Comments welcome. Untitled, sometime in '95 (my first recorded effort) A man lies huddled, trembling Wrapped in a blanket, and fear. He fears the cold that grips his body And slowly numbs his mind. He tries to retreat, To return to the days of joy, The days of running, playing, laughing, The days of loving and being loved. Tag in the hayloft, Chase in the field. FIrst kiss on the front porch. Sneaking in through the back. Warm summer nights And cold winter days. Again it is winter, Again it is cold. As a man huddles, trembles, Chilled in a blanket of fear. Symphony of the Rain, 5-29-97 In the darkness rain falls unseen, only heard. Hear the melody of droplets striking leaf, tree, grass, earth, wood, Life. So too, man's life is only heard In partial phrases which he allows to be heard as his self. His desires, needs, emotions, loves, hates, rejections too personal too sacred are never heard in the symphony, unless in the undertone, contributing nothing but inspiration. As I step outside again to hear the music once more, I am splashed. I feel the rain and in response I contribute, never to be heard, My most sacred thoughts Untitled, 5-30-97 She watches me I watch her Eye contact Not made And again Been there before But what if she Wants me Like I want her? She had her chance She didn't want me then But never did she Play these games Before Playing with my mind Letting me guess If she wants me Like I still want her She can't be thinking What I am She had her chance She didn't show This side then Why didn't she show This side then Sly, coy looks Stolen, gone She looks so good But she's had her chance Oh why didn't she Want me Like I still want her? Why doesn't she Still want me Like I still want her? Last one, 7-6-01 Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with string Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings Hot chocolate with marshmallows on a cold winter day Someone who makes you laugh with everything they say Weeping and crying and long-winded sighs Hollow truths and hollower lies Funeral processions that block up the street Insurance salesmen you can't help but meet Corruption that seeps into people in power April showers that bring May's flowers Kids having sex at eleven or twelve Unread books that decorate shelves Affirmative action, labor unions, greed Absolute idiots being allowed to breed Honkeys and crackers, rednecks and hicks Homeboys and brothas, bitches and pricks People who live in stereotypes People who believe the media's hype People who refuse to think for themseves People who really should all just go to hell BigNerd
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