Thu, 1 March 2007
A couple years ago, I was emptying my life of everything I did not love. And then . . .. among others things, someone robbed my home while I was in the hospital. I sold that home, the home my daughter and I had never gone to live in again . . . Open life . . . open arms . . . Here's the first (unpoetic) poem of 2007. what a year of loss it's been what a year of loss my home my lover my routine what a year of loss it used to be i had high hopes but reality sank in it used to be i could throw a rope because i was so strong what a year of loss it's been the old path closed, destroyed the new path does not permit the user the liar the thief 'cause what a path of loss that was what a path of pain crafting a new path is just a little hard a path of strength a path of peace it's just a little hard but i'm alive so i'll keep on refueled and travelin' on the time of loss behind me now the rocks and rooks blown off the new path does not permit the user the liar the thief i'm alive and i'll keep on myself my love my dream (c)2007 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |