-Disclamer-
A lot of people think
that you have to live
something to be able
to write about it but
if that were so, i
would be a 50 year old
woman or a bartender
At the causeways end
but as all you can
see i am not any of
those things. so you
can see that it does not
take experience to write
about something just
imagination. l8s
Wm RcA 96
The Day of The Child
swirling void
the child is born
a million years or a minute
the day of the child is coming
filling the void
the child is growing
a million miles or an inch
the day of the chile is coming
A DAY
AN HOUR
A MINUTE
THE DAY OF THE CHILD IS COMING
A burst of light
a resounding shock wave
a heat of a million suns
The day of the child has come.
Wm RcA 96
Thoughts
Those words, of mystery
misery have left my
mind traveling by
voice to the ear of one i
love.
For what reason
did those words come
to be. Not for one i can
know or think of. i can
only hope.
How did they travel from
my mind. i put every obstacle
in their path that i could
i tried to unthink them
now.
Why did they leave my
mouth? i left my mouth
shut and let no noise escape
only to have these evil
words loose.
Why my love. one can
not understand these events
even by tormenting the mind
can these truths escape their
prison.
Hatred. my archnemesis has
raised his ugly face upon
the beautiful people and
only one can send him back
to his domain.
-wM RcA 96