Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Kirk Franklin - Mama's song


Flashing lights, RING RING.
Just wake me up from this dream.
Beaming down, RING RING.
could this be a dream? It was to extreme.

- Jorieanne

In Counting…

Morning gaze as the sun rises first,
outside Ice cream trucks sounded.
it could of just simply been worst,
summer was all rounded.

Absence of help from the aid,
no ring silenced phone.
Smell of Campbell Soup fully made,
why would it all be postpone?