Let It Go |
WHen I was just a kidJust six years old underneath the sunI was playing with my brothersA game of tag, just making honest funOne brother finally caught meHe hit my faceAnd the other cried "what have y... Posted by Alex on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 02:38:00 PST |
On the Road |
On the roadOn cycles we goWe chase down a yellow starFar from homeWe follow her westNot caring for where we areTry not to look aheadSearch within you insteadLet it roll, let it rollForget what you thi... Posted by Alex on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 01:56:00 PST |
Drama Queen |
My Inocence has been ripped out and IStand before you comprimisedI've been in love before and I'mBegging you to sympathizeI've burnt and built up bridgesNo matter the ride no floodBut Now I'm grounded... Posted by Alex on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 02:33:00 PST |
What Tool Means to Me |
We barely remember, who or what came before this precious moment.We are choosing to be here, right now. Hold on, stay inside...This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...This bo... Posted by Alex on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 04:57:00 PST |
My Appoligies |
Alright.
I'd like to think of myself as a happy person, a kind of guy that can bring a party up and fill a hole of something. For this last week, that was not the case.
Since ealry wednesday moring, i... Posted by Alex on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 11:44:00 PST |
Tiny Birds |
Parriot favored EmeraldUnfortuned, flew with his kinWatches the CocatuBehind his eyelid's grin
West is the direction and it isWest the destination beBut on head's opposingly sideBe parriot's paired ey... Posted by Alex on Mon, 22 May 2006 09:54:00 PST |
Lost... |
Lost&
By Alex Dolan Balin
A tropical jungle
Woven cobwebs of vegetation
Dripping with tears from the skies
Creatures of the undergrowth
Scavenging for some variation of life
To sacrifice for th... Posted by Alex on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 10:47:00 PST |
Walking on Water |
Walking on Water
By Alex Dolan Balin
Rose petals carpet you bedroom floor
Candles are dancing as we dance now
In the heat of the moment
Laced in silk shed from angels wings
The music plays so i... Posted by Alex on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 10:47:00 PST |
666 |
The mother of mind
Bore a child today
With a three digit code engraved to its forehead
She died with death in her arms
The doctor lost the feelings in his hands
When he carried it to the window
He dro... Posted by Alex on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 10:46:00 PST |
Milk of Butterflies |
Milk of Butterflies
By Alex Dolan Balin
A wisp of wind tickles your skin
Eyes shut as you run though fields under the sun
Rise a cloud of butterflies land of no remorse, no lies
Velvet g... Posted by Alex on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 10:45:00 PST |