our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
i am my own ghost i am haunted
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
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
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
