Poems from theythem
Suns out guns out mywill to work has given outTime for a good nap.
Oh Holy Ghost this ehco toasts to love that's long been gone.
I started praying because of you.
Like the Holy Ghost you were
always there...
The stained glass sounds like a wind chime as it fallsThat wind, like the choir, brings God back from the dead.Maybe there is still a pew...
Stars/// eyes meet mine across the crowd, calling for migration,temptation, must be just a friendly salutation, I tell myself, butallow for...