belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
27 August 1994
there comes a Time in Life
when children must
leave their Homes
and the ones they Love
to somehow begin a life of their own
and like an Apple
fallen from a tree
they will never be able
to return
but instead must face
the Weather and Scavengers
and Other Hardships
of an Independent Existence
but by doing so
will be Able to
Develop and Grow
and fully embrace Life
(though first they
must Endure the
Pain of Decomposition
so the seeds can reach the Ground)
Copyright © 1994 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace