Well this is what I call the keep. I changed the background to make it look colder. Hey read my poem. Cool poem, ya think!? Soon I will be entering my book onto this page. Keep coming back because I have several poems that I have written, but I just haven't put them into html format.
The poem that I wrote, My Space, has something (alot) to do with this past weekend (March 7-8). It was a horrible weekend for me.
Today as I reflected back upon the weekend, I thought of a little something and decided to put it in words. I sometimes feel as though I have something to do with the animal showing up (get it!).
MARCH 18, 1998
What a morning. I had some unusual thoughts this morning as I drove in to work. I felt like a soldier. Any guesses as to who the enemy might be? Go to my discussion board (ON THE MAIN PAGE) and post it.
It's about 6:00 on a Wednesday in LA, still March 18, and I am about to go home, but before I go home and eat, watch some TV, have a beer or two, I will enter this little thought about what I do at night; dream of course!
In search of love? justcall!
March 30, 1998.
Boy did I have the bomb dream last night. It was so scary that I will just have to tell about it. First I will tell you that the dream was full of . . . well, demons or something. There was this giant monster with a womans face, and it was so scary that I don't even remember what it looked like, but I do remember that It wanted to kill me, but alas, I survived. There were also some demon wolves in the dream. Scary stuff!! I woke up afraid. That was great. I think I will writea poem about it.
April 3, 1998.
I apologize for not writing about a couple of things that happened over tha last couple of days. So, I'll update you. First, it rained in LA this last week, but the sun was shining at the time, and there was a beautiful rainbow. Strange huh? The LA times reported that we were having "meteorological oddities!" What!!!!?
Also I went to McDonalds the other night, and to make a long story short, it seemed that every person that came into the place was banging (that's being part of a gang). I was in there, and I was being cool with everyone, but this one guy. . . oh nooooo, he couldn't be nice, just stared at me like I was doing something wrong. I guess he thought I was taking up too much space.
I know . . . but that's life, anyway I wrote a new poem. I should have written one about those last two events, but, well. . . just check this one out. It's called Close.
It has been quite some time since I refreshed this page, and since I am feeling fancy free and fresh, I thought I would add a little somethin somethin. Anyway, life is still too cool and I hope what I'm looking for finds me soon. Good luck in your quests.
Quest be done. I have got something so good, I can't even pass it out. I am Dennis Roane. I'll help you, call me, you don't need a telephone.
Good God! It's October 4, 2002, and I'm still alive, can you believe it? I don't know what you've been doing since the last time I posted you up . . . but I've been getting better. I'm so good at this living stuff now that I think I shall go ahead and getpaid.
I can't believe you found this site. You either huh? Anyway, if you think you found something bad or wrong, all you found was a mirror.
2005! January 4 and I'm dead, but how can I be typing this shiznit if I am dead? Ress'd! Yeah, you know it. Anywho, here I am at the Library, downtown, downtime, Los Angeles. Go figure, gotta do ten days just for not leaving my wife -- gotta luv it. Anyway, since I know your wondering, let me put it in a poem for ya. When I was Ress'd, I woke up veryHungry.br
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