Feb 23, 2010 11:12
As I eat this delicious food,
I am about to pay for,
I listen to Adrian and his wounds.
He sings the emotions I feel.
Raw as his voice,
and filled with dark images
that swirl the toilet of my mind.
I live my insanity,
doing what I am,
expecting a new result.
It seems I get to learn,
yet again,
to enjoy the journey.
poetry or thoughs
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That has some great images; thanks for sharing.
Hugs to my sweet Lion
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