Goodness Can Be Found Sometimes In The

Bad Poetry Is Caused By People Who Sit Down And Think, Now I Am Going To Write A Poem.

God Is A Lonely Place Without Steak.

We Are Hardly Ever As Strong As That Which We Create.

As The Spirit Wanes The Form Appears

I Will Remember The Kisses Our Lips Raw With Love And How You Gave Me Everything You Had And How I Offered You What Was Left Of Me, And I Will Remember Your Small Room The Feel Of You The Light In The Window Your Records Your Books Our Morning Coffee Our Noons Our Nights Our Bodies Spilled Together Sleeping The Tiny Flowing Currents Immediate And Forever Your Leg My Leg Your Arm My Arm Your Smile And The Warmth Of You Who Made Me Laugh Again.