Monday, June 22, 2009

Shed Upon The Ground


Blood
It flows like wine

through the cracks 

in the street,

soaking the ground,

absorbed by the grass,

the leaves on the trees.

It spills over

when men

can no longer bear

the weight 

of 

tyranny.

__________________________


A lifestyle obsession.



I'm not looking for a girl
I'm looking for a woman.

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