..... just letting crap talk ,,............


in waste lands




the rhythms of my day
broken - unspoken
feelings falling into black

lost in the crazy
a bells toll
making out
wishful thinking

hardened mind
erasing softness
touching light

on my way
hundred miles
passing you now

on a journey
into to bordered country
leaving love in shadows

unknown to me
in a search out of style

lonely days are mine to play
crap is waste
in waste lands




Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-06 at 09:02

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
And maybe this poem will help to mitigate your lonleiness it is beautiful and you least of all talk crap when you write
rgds michael
2007-03-06