Greetings, friends. If you were either unforunate enough to visit this portion of cyberspace by mistake or sympathetic enough to take an interest in my affairs, please enjoy looking around. God bless you and have a nice day.
I walk down the street singing, believe in the deja vu as a sign of eternity, think no one is unreachable, am given to moodiness, wish I applied equal energy to all pursuits, am living in a shadow of the glory that is to come, fantasize that I could love everyone, assert that Justice will ultimately be wed to Love and conquer all, chuckle to myself and slightly hope that our mad, mad world will christen the pink polo shirt as formal attire.
Eyes that came at me like guns blazing
And bullets that pierced my heart
You and I making tracks on the landscape
Reinventing the rules
Writing the formula
Making a story of our own
Clutching love like an artist with a paintbrush
Spreading it around the canvas
So that everyone will know
Every eye will see
The burning and white-hot glow
In the eyes of the lovers shown.
posted by Josh @ Wednesday, March 29, 2006
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