Sunday, February 18, 2007


Saying the things in my heart
Has always been a precarious thing
Like jumping from a burning building
I know from my lips the words must part
But on deaf ears sometimes they ring

Jokes meant to bring laughter
Delivered ineptly by the foolish Comic
The silence is deafening to the jester
And the words fall on the floor leaving her sick

Truths are given freely
But sometimes hard to hear
Spoken happily
Suddenly shes queasy
And she wishes for a takeback in her fear

Sometimes I say all the right things
Often times, its to the wrong person
Or the right person at the wrong time
Like a bird my heart sings
When the door was never meant to be opened
And I am left kicking myself through rhyme

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I've been Bama since before Myspace, but I've matured, I've toured bits of the world. I'm searching for a place to call home-- but in the mean time, I'm having a great time figuring out the world, finding out who I am in it, and learning all about the people and places in between.