Poetry and Observations by Yafanna

Thursday, June 23, 2005

A Dead Dream

A beautiful flower fresh and new. The love within, when I met you. A decade past and now, at last the dark days here. Nights of fear, Terror's face when you relate words of love, as all is well. The payment for the sweet romance is bitter hell in raging waves. All you do, when we're alone is cut me... Sign in to see full entry.


I don't want to argue and I can't take another fight. There's nothing to disagree on and we don't have a right;You throw accusing glances and bitter words that bite, so save it for another day, I need your love tonight. Let's call this thing between us a fragile piece of glass and cherish it forever... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Essence Of Kenny Baker

I sat in the kitchen chilled to the bone, while my guy sang the blues with Hank. Those old day's haunt me; now that I'm alone. Kenny is singing in a wailing tone, the life of the man. Words of love and loss and woe. He is teary but, enjoying the show. Although Hank the man has been gone a long time,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Ode To Kenny

Bobby had a little lamb and Kenny was his name. Everything that Bobby did, Kenny did the same. His nose was so far up Bob's ass, he could not see the light And he didn't take it out except to Kiss it day or night. Kenny forsook all his gain- his money, home and wife- To follow his dear leader... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Goodbye Trucker

I remember the sweetest love and looking at the moon above, Wishing on the brightest star, Cruising in your shiney car. That was only in a dream so long ago. Now you're on that big road, thinking about the D.O.T. And delivering your load. If I stood along the highway with a number on my face, In... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Ode To Reefer

I know a little plant that smokes a lot of weed; The best they say, is Columbian seed. I've tried them all, from homegrown stuff to shipped-in gold so grand. The Lord only knows, The best that grows is right here in my hand. In a minute or so it won't be here, so worship it now, I will. And when... Sign in to see full entry.

The Search

Combing the bowels of this city, where the homeless tend to dwell. A hunger in my soul to cast my eyes upon you, there's only the pain of this hell. Oblivious to suspicious glances and what they think of me, Those who know me on the job and in society. I've seen every mission, shelter and soupline... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 10, 2005

The Game

One small spirit in an endless sea of pain, I'm waiting for someone to fill me in on the rules to this game. Harsh tones of reality on the street of life, Cut through my nightmares like a steelblade knife. I don't fit in this system of lies and I don't know how to compromise. I can't make a living... Sign in to see full entry.

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