I do not understand their language but the power of voice and timbregrab me and shakethe meaning from my core.The secrets, they lie like thieveswaitin..
Oh how I would cull the starsand the moon from the skyshould I be able to whitewashthe darkened path you travel.I would bejewel the sinister forestsof..
The light is different in the fall,it no longer explodes through stained glassand tumbles down stairs to restin bright puddles on hardwood floors.It's..
Tires sing on wet pavementand the sun hides out for today,my mood heavy and cloyingit's a dark dreary Sunday.This time rain provides no comfortno soot..
The government's closedan unimaginable factnext Ted Cruz will be reading The Cat in the HatIt's a big game of chickenby overpaid slothsdemocrat or rep..