April 2011
3 posts
The Runner
The Runner
He didn’t know how long he had been running, nor did he care. Gliding down a country road, surrounded by wheat fields and encompassed by the glow of the rising sun, he knew something about this act resounded deeply with his soul. You see, there was something about running, the act of controlled falling that enlivened his soul and introduced a spectrum of color...
Lookin'
Lookin’
You see, I’ve been lookin’ for a map
I’ve been lookin’ for some dashes and an “X”
With pictures warnin’ of doom and gloom
I’ve been lookin’ for direction
Yea, I’ve been searchin’ for a girl
Someone to pull on those heart strings and draw me in close
With pretty curled hair and eyes like lights
I’ve been lookin’ for direction
Oh, I’ve been dyin’ for some strength
Some big ol’ arms and...
“We at war. We at war with terrorism. Racism. But most of all we at war with...”
