Retrospection
Some days my friend the past…
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
Some days my friend the past…
when buffalo played in the surf
Prayer gives way to fate
all there is, is time
so i take down the last of the peaches
A new language now is
Spoken in silence
in a verse that whispers rhymes and rhythms to itself
Cuz it’s important our intentions, the reasons why
Waiting in traffic just to be with you, I’ve missed you so, I don’t know why. Or it could be
tables turn when blindness turns to skill