Breaking the Mold without Forgetting the Old. Sunday, April 30, 2006. I look around and I see you here. You work so much in my heart and every other heart here all at once. I would be in bondage and in cage of suffering. Thank you for your Spirit. Sunday, April 23, 2006. It is for all to see.

Monday, April 24, 2006. What if someone lie to you about there past, will you forgive them or will you break up with them. Mistakes happen, and individuals wish they can change them, but unfortunate we cannot. Will you believe them? Things happen every day, and by the second. Time travel so fast sometimes I wish I can slow it down.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006. I recommend that everyone check it out, even the 11am writers, as it is fascinating to hear the uproarious laughter the poem elicits. Friday, April 21, 2006. Team Ashley won the 11am smackdown by a fairly solid margin! This one was a closer, but decisive, vote. The constricted guillotine had the man staggering.

Thursday, May 04, 2006. Locked away in these walls full of hate. Crying absurdly while the nurses pass by. Leaving the mystery up to the doctors. Closing my eyes brings me to a better place. Trusting the people i love to hate. Hating the gut wrenching feeling inside my body. Something is wrong with me. Needing the beeping to stop. And the sound of the new shift of nurses to go away. Crying only on the inside. While the pain is flowing on the outside.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006. A man kneels on the ground,. Cups his hands, looks to the sky,. Asks God to save his son,. From the deadly disease,. He trembles in panic as he waits,. For the answer to reach his ears,. To ease the ever growing fears,. A doctor grabs hold of his shoulder,. The man looks up into her face,. She says his child is gone now,. Up to a better place,. The man screams in blasphemy,.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006. I wish i was high. What is a net flow. Like a dodgeball game with no people. To the left to the right. The war has been over for years. But we are still not one. But were still on your feet. I live in the steets. I have little to eat. We meet once a week. We want out but no one will let us in. Where are we going? Does the road end? Lesbian just h.

The Vortex welcomes all concepts. Enter at your own risk! You have been WARNED! Sunday, January 20, 2008. If shooting stars were made to wish upon,. And the universe was just a dusty drum,. Would you follow the adament trail? Across the belt, the lions mane and the scorpions tail? Without knowing if the universe will grant that wish,. Thursday, January 03, 2008.

Monday, March 20, 2006. Stomping the wide wooden planks. When will my Coverage Begin? If this is the last sound I make-. I must say something that is true;. Of information and support for health,. Mi vida, my life, I loved,. La vida, my wife, I hated. When will my coverage begin? The roof dripped through the open spaces. Onto that cock you kept chained to the stove,. Whether declared or undeclared war;.

Knowing you are growing near. I prepare my lips for a welcome kiss. To feel that oh so great feeling. The silence grows into fear. For the person behind the door. Is not my dear, John. Covering his face with a nylon. Pushes me down onto the bed. And takes my dignity away. He did not feel my pain. As he walked out the door. Never to be seen again. Today I stared into the eyes of.