white paper
blue pen
so much room to roam
in this vast plain of thought
compliments and criticisms
pound there respective drums
love that is pure
and purity that is so white it is hard to bear
dirt under fingernails
why do I look to type these letters
colors on a canvas blend
to make the mess that is me
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
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4 comments:
well put. this is one mess we don't want to clean up:)
Hello David. thanks for visiting my site. I can return the compliment with feeling I enjoy you positive outlook and comments. (And you are so prolific.) Tends to be somewhat unusual these days. Shall certainly return to see what you are doing. frances
nice! very interesting
I've been making all these commentz today to catch-up, cause I've been forced to write long-hand this week, been workin on de-worming my machine n dealin with a schitzo-keypad.
Ya, we all like the pretty mess...
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