Colors

A mosaic of an idea for you

Our colors were meant to view

A blend like me and you

Riding the breeze in the wind

Warmth once felt leaving flesh to portend

Turning to ash 

So soon will crash

~JRP

Soda Works

Garage sale land

Thrift store wonder

Where the books smell old

The furniture a blunder

Funky town of must

Contain the broken toys 

The tattered clothes a bust

Her music collaborates

The last fire for a dime show

~AT, JRP, FVJ, KJ 

1998 

In The End

In the end will it be a sin

How many times will it take 

To forsake all that was given

Are you awake

Or do you quake

To hear his beautiful cheer of Love so dear

In the bed or in the Chair

His heart is near

If you will hear

The soft cries for the one who lies

Which will it be

Which side

Will you hide

~JRP 1998

Which One

Which one can it be

Which one, is it he

Is he the one who spent me for fun

Is it the one who couldn't see past my buns

Could it be he who dated less than three

Or him who wanted more than Kim

How could I know

How could I tell

Can I see past his beautiful details

Or will I see his Intel

~JRP 1997 

Darn-it

Doesn't really matter

Around when only undaunted 

Riveting across time

In a jar of old lies

Nothing good nothing worth keeping

Wanting the unwanted

Asking for the unasked

Resting with adversity

No one left to caress

In an ocean of blues

Counting the days that pass

Knowing not to ask

~JRP 1998