belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
12 February 1995
and life
and living
and i go on living some how
and still i see that i am healing
growing
strengthening with in my bones
so that i shan't again fall
so hard
that my feet by their conscious placement
may hold me solid
even if it be in the place i was before
but no
not quite the same place
for through experiencing
through feeling
new life has sprung with in me
making me some small bit more complete
and certainly changed
that now as i inter act with
those around me
there is a greater peace
a knowing
brought only by life and living
Copyright © 1995 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