by Paul ONeal | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Today she loved me for me, For I gave myself to her. As for time is passing, Our bodies age. We became one, Then produced two. Who will with faith, Walk there path. So as the love builds, New families. Our lives together, Moves towards us apart. For god let us sow...
by Paul ONeal | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
As the bullets fly on war torn lands, And shoppers die with purse in hand. As western techno is turned around, Death Mobile not for fun. As children grow with minds of hate, With kill the infidel they relate. As sense washed out in such young heads, The old sad men...
