There were not two roads in a yellow wood, but a highway that stretched for ages beyond the horizon with exits and options for adventures and misadventures on and on it went risking and losing more than gained hoping to find just the right one the road looped back again home again Wrong Road, Right Road …
Cash Money, I gots it right now Trust me, I gots it Believe in me, though I ain't be telling no truth the whole truth and nothing but its the but that is the sticky part The but that means the difference between this nice n furnished place and another month at hotel reminding me of …
I come from mountain Folks Hillbilly trash you might say Who bore winters colder than your stare Built lives on mountain sides In cracks and crevices worked the land Bringing life from stone Whose bodies may have broken But their spirits never died So they got up again And again Three times grandma’s back broke …
They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign, the end was near, and whispered as you walked that the angel of Death had given you a fright. No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand, Walking straight and true with dignity and grace. Or how they whisper that everyone …
Upon a gilded balcony, history along with a couple of jokes was made. Jorge became Francis and the world was given another reason to hope. A good and humble, he thinks more of the poor than himself and now is pope. He choose to walk a simple path , may God's grace shine down, As …
Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
Lust fades - said Pops But Love is constant yet mutable It changes as it grows ~ each year Blooming more beautifully than the last Until this mortal realm returns it to the dust To fuel and fertilize another flower
I am what I am Not wholly innocent And far from guilty No matter what the little bird says Look inside and see me I am there in your heart Always and forever
Out the window goes the plans not so careful made out of the box goes the lines which impose formality on the educator's hall and in the window comes inspiration learning begins
Sweet facade, angel face Demon's anger burning deep Ready, waiting willing to erupt, to release fire and pain. So say it one more time just once more tell me, I am too nice.
Lucinda Rose 