I stand decorated externally, only outwardly putting on the front of joy and glory but underneath it all I just want to be left alone and lately, I feel artificial but still, I stand there quietly wearing your gaudy decorations your flashing, cheerful lights and hoping that I can be part of something that might bring joy to your family if I can
Poetry
Immortality Suite
July 29, 2002
Poetry
Glenn Miller is still the orchestra leader Playing for the boys who didn’t make it home. Hank Williams has his own Honky Tonk So he never has to find a place to roam. The music didn’t die that winter’s night When three stars joined them here, Buddy, Ritchie and the [More]
Man on the Moon
May 15, 2002
Poetry
What possesses a man To want to reach for The moon and stars? What blind ambition Makes us want to strive The faraway beauty above? What will we do When we reach our goal Of touching heaven? Can a man ever be so bold As to leave the heavens Unblemished [More]
The Weakest Link
May 9, 2002
Poetry
The chains of love are forged From the finest of metal; No alloy created by man Can surpass its mettle. For hearts so strong They still need the strength Of armor and chains Of different length. The bonds are fashioned With perfect purity; Built to withstand Any type of calamity. [More]
