Thursday, March 31, 2011

another road song

Not all mothers are loving
Not all grandmas are kind
DNA carrying hate,
these people need special care,
teaching that sharing can lead
to connection,
expand brain and heart,
create better art, despite
blighted start, with concentration,
consecration to a sane desire
What would it require?

Can I entice you with wine?
Whirlwind romance, 
peaks of ecstasy, words of heresy --
whatever fantasy brings relief 
I would be happy to end your grief,
to devour your fear, sweep your road clear,
help to feed your fire

March 30, 2011

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