Sometimes I feel like writing; I don't claim that what I write is good,
but I like reading what I have written.
2005/jan-03
Tue Jan 4 03:31:50 EST 2005 (written under duress :) when life and love had given me little to love that i could see when heaven seemed to taunt my soul with stars that i should never hold when simple genius wanted me to be things i could never be then time seemed long, my hearth was cold i felt my youth had gotten old to reach when i should never have and wonder if the fates had laughed-- when spinning my unearthly story, did they laugh at hope for glory? until the time when i grew tall, and watched with pride the Gaian fall, my branches started to reach a height to reach for starry, silver light older, taller now i be and further ever do i see, though twisted, gnarled a tree am i though not a star, i conquered mine