Friday, October 31, 2014. A New Poem in the Confessional Style About the Passion of Cooking. When I first met you I was playing bass. For a band that had potential, and I still. But I did cut out the heart of the artichoke. Using the method you showed me. We had our obligatory disagreement. In a skyscraper, Atlanta Georgia lawyers. All around us and you asked me to make sure. The curled parsley lacked stem pieces for. My Buick Century engine blew.

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Saturday, March 7, 2015. Post sharing my thoughts on facebook, I got to see how different people perceived it and reacted to it. Following is a compilation of the same - I choose to keep the names anonymous. It was pulled down by some unsocial being in a couple of weeks. Women ranting about old sores.

Musings of a Confused Mind! The Ramblings of a Wannabe Intellectual. Drop after drop, on my window pane,. Turns bright red to mirror my pain;. Drop by drop, as it falls to the ground,. The skies cry tears, as if we are bound;. Now as my life begins to fade away,. I wonder why you turned this way;. For there was once a time, in the light of day,. You took my hand, smiled and said-. That, nothing would ever lead you astray. The rage has now, lost its sway,.