Not a cloud on this fearful night,
The bay glass niagra
Falling to the end of the earth.
I cannot see
With or without my glasses
The fog horn calling me home

But I am moonshine
In the jasemine
Wringing
Fighting
Wrestling
My will.

Concocted a light shield
But the dark seeps in
Bring me the ocean
Bring me my fire
To squelch the cold

I am hungry
Ravenous
Foy my love
My sunshine
For symbiosis
Within
A warmonger
Travels at my side
Haunting, jaunting
Relentless
And I quiet it down
Quiet it down
But the balance is yet to be found

My, how bright these stars
On a placid night,
You're sure to drink my scars.

moving on...

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL