Thursday, December 12, 2013. Once upon a midnight dreary. While I wallowed weak and weary. I smell like those from long ago. I asked the one called Steve. If I could get some Crabtree please. And so I pined and I waited. For that fate filled day. That roses would one day fill the air. Not one, or two, but three years pass. When the thought of scents was miles passed. When I came home and found at last.

Sunday, February 1, 2009. To err is human they say,. Yet when caught at fault,. All eyes are on you,. Looking, judging, discriminating,. Singled out you look down,. Away from all peering eyes,. You walk the walk of shame,. When asked what drove you? You look with saddened eyes,. I did what i thought was right,. As you try to explain. They put you in the stands. All fingers pointing at you.