Overwhelmed...
How can we expect to come into better times,
When our idea of waste management is "out of sight out of mind"...
How will we ever clean the air we breath,
If we continue to wipe our asses with fallen trees...
Why do I think the guitar will sing,
If I don't get up to pluck the strings...
How can I ever say what I feel,
When the words that I speak can never be REAL...
How can I describe what it is that's indescribable??
posted by Louise @ 6/08/2007
2 comments
2 Comments:
Hi Louise,
Nice seeing you the other day. It's lucky that I ran into you.
I like this poem, it's a bit cynical, and in a funny way. It has a good message.
Can you e-mail me about that work you were talking about in the Okanagan Valley?
Thanks, Tom bluesbrother79@hotmail.com
You are the sweetest, the best and the brightest, you are my star and you shine brighter than light, sunshine and love itself...
You are GOD! Never forget it baby. I love you.
Oh yeah, and your poetry is the shit too!! XO,
Mamma
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