http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/Carry on...it is what we do, no?...All material copyright t.w. hamilton, 2009hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/629396Winter come bury these ashen facades Love, abandoned O blustering drama of gray-laden skies Winter befriend such broken Hearts if only for a seasonhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/622757a rose is but a rose; there is particular beauty which shall not wither: that of the self a rose is but a rose, Dear Lady... let not your light shine hidden upon the quiet shelf inspired by and written for Kabuhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/621777when you feel that quicksilver moment don't try to stop it let it flow let it flow bleu skies over dynamite Lovechance feel the quicksilver streaming watch it danse danse don't try to stop it let it gohttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/620122your words no one understands just how special such lines can be to me so yes, I watch for one more group of the moon the water the teardrops falling, falling like your words across untold Lives upon the page before youhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/619998danse is over a band member yawns last call was a long time ago spilled drinks, they clean up well and quickly danse is over silence is boominghttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/619450he found her photograph suddenly she could not be more real than distance and 35mm frame allowed more than her silver smile would brand itself into his trove of treasured thought and there he was with nothing to return in kind save the vision of himself so clearly dansing across his own jestering...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/618005he cannot play the song and not think immediately of her like thunder and rain snow and fences sometimes certain pieces just belong togetherhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/617155words I will never say thoughts I cannot entertain with any scratch of sanity let the years slip by the doves forever fly and when feelings find me writhing somewhere in a grave (doves forever fly) I will be waiting still for youhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/616219what's happened when you think you've got a grip on it all yet your eyes will not hold water what's happened when the world stops and you feel your mind spinning your Soul bouncing from wall to wall when you think you have a grip and you stand there feeling the teardrops fallhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Rbarrel3/615271dansing a Kerouacic atmosphere she admitted to thievery of image (searching out mirrored depths I found her words laced upon that curio highway of Truths) and I the man of no expression save stolen glances upon the Lady (inner wall) took secret pleasure in knowing someone thought fine Light shining