Thursday, March 24, 2011


Broken arrows pile where cupid fell long ago
I sit beneath the tree where time forgot me
To only read A story.

Beggars walk by with nothing to give but pennies.
And I have my cup out for change.

I saw redemption , she wasn’t on her knees
I felt love but it was in a cage.
I saw bravery through a coward
And a fight through broken battle lines.

I am broken
I am commanded

Gun warm

I walk but not alone
Scratched iris but yet not blind.

Looking for the beggar
To give more than his cup.