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
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
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
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
