Dark damp streets led
To a city full of lights and music
Sounds of broken hearts played by brass poets

Tree tops twinkled with the decorations
Of long nights passed in drunken oblivion
The air filled with that sticky soured smell
Creeping into your mind and reminding you

This is home
This beautiful Crescent City
My New Orleans

3-05-06 @ 2:

Just a quick note... I'm sorry I haven't kept this thing updated. If anyone has been wondering if I've fallen off the cliff in terms of communication with people... My family and I are moving Oct. 31 to the Spartanburg, SC area. I hope everyone is well, and I'll try to update more later. Lots of packing to finish...

It's been an interesting couple of days...like a roller coaster of emotion. Everything has been wonderful for the most part, but the past couple days I've been in a weird mood. Yesterday Erika and I were watching a movie. It struck me funny I suppose. It seemed to rehash a bit of old stuff. I zoned out for a bit. Nothing bad, it was just odd. Then ( Read more... )

I'm sorry I haven't written for so long. Honestly, I've been trying to find the right words to say. I've had an interesting couple of weeks. I've changed my views on quite a few things lately. I've become so tired of all the drama. Unfortunately as a result I've distanced myself from people. I've changed up who I've been around. I've been ( Read more... )

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I wrote these about a week ago, but I thought they were worth posting. Please understand that these are both still in a draft phase, I will edit them later. Blessed Be ( Read more... )