8 thoughts on “no title.”

  1. We’ve buried many treasures over the years
    Under the surface of the earth they rest
    The browns, greens & blues mix together
    As people at a party might

    Regardless of your beliefs
    A truth continues on
    & many hands make light work
    Of putting the guests to bed

    So spit down on it
    Dig up the good old dirt
    Smear it on your face
    & wear it like a badge

    We all eat a pint of dirt before we die
    Our taste flavors each treasure
    & our memories remind us
    How much dirt is worth

  5. You make me cry and laugh. Damn you.

    Seeing through your eyes moves me.

    Profoundly.

    There’s nothing more bittersweet than that.

  6. Just spent time with the poem posted by Pirate Pixie.

    That is one of the most beautiful poems I’ve lately read.

    Is it written by you, Pirate Pixie?

    Perfection.

  7. That poem was written by me, in a matter of minutes…Life, Death & Philip inspire many things…

    Even *Dangerous* highway driving, just to blow kisses & remind him that I care about him a great deal.

    I liked seeing you smile…

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