Poet tales of a storey whose dilapidated body cracks, shrinks, atrophies yet never gives up. Standing akimbo, Looking his fate, his fate looking him. Yet never gives up.

I love this piece. It's educative and depicts what life stands to mean. Keep your poetic pot boiling.

If dreams were true, These thoughts wouldn't gnaw at my heart, This early at dawn, Sitting wistful, Chewing my pen, My only pill for pain. If dreams were true, I would be smiling now like the cotton field, Or soundly sleeping, Like the infant in the cot, And you by my side, Tired and bashful, Clad in bridal blood. But dreams are not true, And this somnolent wedlock, In the arms of the night That divorces at dawn, Leaves me wistful, Chewing my pen, My only pill for pain. Written by dan3ple

I love this piece. Great.

More power to your elbow

Thank you baby

I need a lovely girl who I shall confide with. A soul mate who can understand my heart beat, who I shall ever carry like an infant in the arms of a nursing mother.

Off the SEARCH box I google via the www in search of a soul mate; a half CUT out from my whole in creation. But the connection I double clicked was slow to DOWNLOAD the request I sent. MESSAGE 1 was RECEIVED but nothing was VIEWED in my SPAM if not a message from a yahoo- yahoo guru requesting for details of my treasury Swiss ACCOUNT. A message 2 was recieved but nothing was viewed in my INBOX if not a message from a woman in her early -eighties proposing me for e-marriage. So I quit to the next page and keep scrolling the world with the mouse in my hand, the only bearing to my search but never the only hope for my search. I mean I'm still searching for my soul mate...

What is life when it has no pain killer? Speak to me, let me hear. I am lonely starring at you. Your still lips give a dim smile that tells me you want to speak to me. Maybe I am hard of hearing. But this pair of lips seems to say something to me.