all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
