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I am not opinionized until I have written it down.
Bite me and I might bite back:
but enjoy my musings on the world today.
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Rain rapped
and thunder pulsated -
I was crying and dying; feeling no pain
Full of low self-esteem, I thought I was insane -
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like the many silks
of his skin -
Sticks and stones my break my bones
But names will never hurt me. -
by Gregg Rowe
\Founder and Executive Director\,\*Mosaik*\ -
this war to live
I would just succumb -
Your angelic voice recites in the depths of my mind
Sitting at an outside café -
David sailed the Pacific for six months
And the only news he had of home -
When I was child
I slept with Winnie -
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Our federal government,
Notably bent: -
She sits
hunched over her Singer -
Empty
waiting room, last -
virgin snow blanket
discarded vodka bottle -
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This dis-ease rummages through
the body of my soul -
\Have you ever been close to death\?
*I reply:* -
I like pictures, images on my screen
Twin Towers event -
Time to leave small town Catholic hypocrisy
A narrow, straight world with history of abuse and shame -
Our Lady Spencer who would one day be
Queen, died stripped of title Her Royal Highness -
Reciting an ancient Confiteor
Become a fixed planet – sleepy and slow -
Sighs in watermelon splendor
My heart beating against your breast -
Before she arrives and sees my life's way
I need to go out for my first gay lay -
And like a true Orthodox Catholic
I cannot ask you to grant a divorce -
‘I did not have sex with, \what is her name\?’
He coolly said as he faced his Nation -
I’m alive -- living twenty-two more years;
For long lost friends -- I’ve cried a sea of tears. -
I plead my angels -- love is what needs sent
I wish to show someone -- another side -
For just one day, we can stay out of the stores
Remember the tradition of the old ways -
The pain that I had, the tears that I cried--
The pills that I ate, the blood that you took-- -
Remember the summer night we met in the park
Under the moonlight when it was dark -
I saw you today, like last night
You called my name, I screamed your soul -
\1947\: Legal jargon allows the \NHL\ to declare that they know are owners of \Stanley\.
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Choas
envelopes our -
transluscent raindrops drizzle
upon baby breath's beds -
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An angel’s life comes media’s news flash.
His blood “running crimson as deep red wine” -- -
And wishing one day to hold his manhood hands.
Under the autumn moonlight she tearfully stands: -
Where were you
when Terri died? -
produces benefits
harvesting consequences -
eye-socketed
eruption -
My eyes avert to
your perfect male mold -
GOD begat
God begat -
a bloody conspiracy --
destroys every function -
picture/brown/beige/bed/lamp/desk
solitudely barren -
a grass sheet
warms his aching back21 lines, 26 comments, on Aug 12 6:07 PM 2005. In Society
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knowledge produces kerfuffles.
Lies overule linkage. -
unloved voiceless woker. Xeroxing
your zephyrs. Zen yields -
show tune humming
rainbow wearing -
Above black crows flutter while hawks circle around
Below, little orphans cry, stiffling their sounds -
Kiss the ethereal air
As we connect -
If you can live life without the glamour--
Go through this with almost empty pockets, -
by Gregg Rowe
December 1ST, 1995 (INternationa World AIDS Day Article -- Published Canada wide).
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