Green, lush, spiked hands reach up and out three ways. Salt fills the cuts, burning his skin. I can't, I must, I won't. How splendid to feel the ever abundant fertility and the ability to over flow your boundaries like the Nile. Robbed of life, never to see the beginning of life naturally.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
I wrote this poem just for you. For you see this walk is for a lifetime and this invite is sent only to friends. While surfing 'round the chat rooms, one blue and gloomy day. I was feeling rather lonely, Didn't have much to say. Entering each and every room and stareing at my screen.