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Poems composed here, in reverse order of completion. Choose any one you would like to see.
Number; First line; Date completed.
900: I stood on the shore and thought I watched you drown
--Jan. 5, 2001
899: Are you sick my friend?
--Dec. 31, 2000
898: On the bus when that fat guy spits on you
--Dec. 22, 2000
897: He looked up to see what he could only describe as perfection.
--Jan. 5, 2001
896: Waiting for the phone to ring
--Jan. 5, 2001
895: What night breezes, bring so elequent
--Jan. 5, 2001
894: I guess I'm that anonymous fellow
--Jan. 1, 2001
893: anonymous, your boring me
--Jan. 1, 2001
892: All the colours of darkness spread across the sky
--Dec. 23, 2000
891: Darkened lights and cold winter nights
--Jan. 1, 2001
890: I love the beats, lyrics and rhymes
--Dec. 29, 2000
889: Striking match
--Dec. 17, 2000
888: From here where I, lie sick and dying
--Dec. 13, 2000
887: I'm sorry for getting mad at you
--Dec. 12, 2000
886: A pulse of brilliant light
--Dec. 17, 2000
885: Nothing between me and certain death but a worn bungee cord
--Dec. 16, 2000
884: Empty hangers on the wall
--Dec. 22, 2000
883: Musical Geography
--Dec. 14, 2000
882: Can you see past
--Dec. 19, 2000
881: The road is long and winding
--Dec. 7, 2000
880: "Death to all Yankees!", said the Canuck.
--Dec. 7, 2000
879: I have so many questions
--Dec. 8, 2000
878: I watch your silhouette framed in the door
--Dec. 9, 2000
877: We're ready. Bring in the singer.
--Nov. 25, 2000
876: Thoughts of you keep haunting me
--Dec. 13, 2000
875: I hath a fair wench
--Nov. 19, 2000
874: upon the high peaks
--Nov. 19, 2000
873: There is nothing to be afraid of.
--Dec. 6, 2000
872: Title: A Desert Road
--Nov. 21, 2000
871: As I stood there in the shadows of thoses before me I recall your words once and knew I'd fall unto the desires of fatalism. Lost have I been, now it looks as the time again is here to begin.
--Nov. 25, 2000
870: manipulated
--Nov. 14, 2000
869: I have seen the shadows of the roses, dressed in the moonlight shade and tasted the water of love and hate, where many men have wept.
--Nov. 28, 2000
868: decompose the ninth, and color the fourth
--Nov. 25, 2000
867: Around the wheatfields I was walking towards Alberta
--Nov. 29, 2000
866: I've come so far,
--Nov. 9, 2000
865: i am your poision
--Nov. 23, 2000
864: I wouldn't spit on you if you were on fire
--Nov. 12, 2000
863: I wouldn't spit on you if you were on fire
--Nov. 9, 2000
862: gfiven the same lackof a new irreproachability
--Nov. 14, 2000
861: It
--Nov. 8, 2000
860: one ©
--Nov. 7, 2000
859: How can I tell you
--Nov. 6, 2000
858: let me go roam the spaces
--Nov. 14, 2000
857: One smile from you
--Nov. 14, 2000
856: Inner Demons
--Nov. 8, 2000
855: i kick ass with whiplash in my hip flask
--Nov. 13, 2000
854: We remember malestrom days
--Nov. 11, 2000
853: you might say
--Nov. 5, 2000
852: the purpling gown of sunset embraces her
--Nov. 14, 2000
851: I climbed your mountain, but the next was higher
--Nov. 11, 2000
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