

For BenFor BenFor Ben
The church bell tolls On a heavy, dark autumn day The clouds hang low In the sky sad and grey.
I cant help but feel the chill, Even though the sun may shine, Because I know that there is still A missing warmth that I cannot define.
But above, a trumpet sounds A blond-haired angel flies With one last smile to the ground He takes off to the skies.


ImprovisationImprovisationImprovisation
The morning birds greet me Along with my squawking clock As I squeeze the last bits Of sleep and dreams from my eyes.
My feet brush the thick carpet. I pause.
Hands meet my eyes, Trying to recapture that dream A feel of lips unknown Yet too familiar.
A sense of longing Reaches from beneath my bed And grasps my ankle. Skin so cold,
And freezing me to my bed.
Those lips --
So strange -- Yet I knew them, Right?
It was a hand never held, Eyes never gaze


Blue Upon the FlannelsBlue Upon the FlannelsBlue Upon the Flannels
The color is draining And dripping to the floor. What could have caused this raining Under my roof -- past my door?
The yellow touches first In the race to the wood panels Drop of blue next. My lips purse. Blue splattered upon my new flannels.
I sigh and get a pail. How often is the rain Going to prevail? How often is the rain Going to make me wail
As I watch the color drain?
Colors still ooze from their place upon my walls. The rain makes them race until the last drop falls. &nb
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