the aerodome slips away,
silver bay shimmers in the sunny fog,
like a silk scarf teasing a beautiful body.
...
it was his eyes that told the tale,
the words,
the logic,
pretenders in the script,
...
Greeting cards and must do presents,
this one is different,
time is ticking.
...
my words will be lost,
blown away like shifting sands,
my deeds as well,
long gone and forgotten,
...
Cycle Of Life
Trip has its highs,
inevitable lows,
battle is won,
war is lost.
The secret of life...
bridge the gap,
claw to the next peak,
hook on to the rim,
hold on for dear life,
peer over the edge,
marvel at the journey ahead.
11.20.09