Thursday, 15 May 2008
06:32:08 AM (GMT)
When we are alone, locked in our own little world of bluz and graz, does anyone
really see us, r we invisable to those who pass us by, does the one next door see me
do they notice my stare? how can it be that I am all alone in a crowded room, my
breath is like frozen cream that has fallen from the cow at winter, like the steam
from fresh cow patties that have laid to rest beside the watering hole, oh where has
all the chocolete gone? when my desire is so strong to consume the last kiss of
Who will hear my cry? will God hear my cry? long before the words are on my tongue he
knows them compleatly, he comforts me in my world of bluz and graz..
Do people really write this kind of stuff? being poetic, what does that mean? does it
meen something dif to dif people?
add your poetic wisdom.