A wee look into my thought process... Mar 24/09 In search of wisdom and contentment, I start yet another journal - this one dedicated to truth and lies, poems and prose - me. I want My father died still in want It is spring and the land is wanting what lies beneath not wanting to be found I want In want to be larger than life Yet want to shrink away into nothingness In want of a child In want of Love To be Loved To Love I want Janet Jarrell
On Love With Love
ReplyDeleteMy autumn never ends
It rolls on beneath the pitter patter
of my wandering soul
Winter wretchedness will call
But I wake to realisation
And know my lost conciousness
And the misplaced feeling, that lost
The unending grass on my fingertips
And the sun on my face