| Untitled #6 This soul's ever changing never ending journey, was one that would liked to have passed through you, thoughts so pwerful that could never get through. My eternal searching creating and changing of thyself, was abruptly haulted by the interference of your spiritual creating wrapping my searching around your journey of manifesting When change occurred as it has and will always do, I felt suck shock at what my world had become, that is when- according to you you'd rather not tamper with where i'm coming from! |
| April 13th, 1999 |
| Untitled # 8 Going back to a place I know Familiar and quite quaint Smells od expresso- Mocha- Whip cream- Karma Cup, oh yes, indeed The room of books, lit with cheer There he sat, most always Spouting thoughts of genius demeanor An awkward man-though warm and good Yet an element of darkness at his core ... many atime I sat with him Talking of abscure ideas Knowing not what this man has been through I sat watching him Only to him my activity unknown A man of many brilliances I wish I could be a fond memory of his Knowing there is no use At trying... |
| April 19th, 1999 |
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