Inside the Belly of the Beast |
Inside the Belly of the Beast
I'm being devoured like a tasty morsel in its mouth.Traveling thru it suffocating esophogusThere's no way out.What do you do when you're inside the belly of the beast?Esp... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:12:00 PST |
Permanent Ink |
So many try to hide me...I eventually shine.I've been covered like bricks behind ivy,But my face is shown in timeIvy is what the lies be, Im still not hard to find.Bright is what I be and plenty are d... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 09:10:00 PST |
Free From the J.O.B |
Free From the J.O.B.
I kissed that 9 to 5 goodbyeLike an ex-girlfriend who couldn't get byWithout me.Without me they'll manage but with me I was stranded.Body damaged by the weight of the shackles on ... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 05:20:00 PST |
The story behind the "Friend In-Law" track |
Fellas, you either had one or have one. Every girl has that one girlfriend who is so damn nosey and don't know how to mind her own business. You try to be cordial b/c that's your girl's fr... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Tue, 27 May 2008 08:15:00 PST |
Sleepless Daze, and Nights |
From sundown to sunup Im up with a mind full of unspoken wordsThat I must speakWhen Im supposed to sleepI close my eyes and seeVivid imagery of distant memoriesThey eat away at meForcing these words t... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 08:44:00 PST |
Homage |
Homage Almost gone the day I was born And though I struggled for a month My delicate and fragile days went on It took just that long to determine How... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 08:03:00 PST |
Hero Flawed |
Hero Flawed
I'm a flawed hero.I have the people's interests at heartBut ready to tear the closest friend apart.Ready to swim with the sharksBut won't walk with the ants.Won't admit when I can'tLike to... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Mon, 24 Dec 2007 08:55:00 PST |
Pull Up Your Pants |
This is a circulating email that I received and felt like too many people need to pay close attention to. It is something that has been touched on many times before because people seem to ignore... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 09:48:00 PST |
The Sleepless Poet |
You feel the words rumbling in your head.
The first instinct is to reach for the penAnd let it spill ink like blood bled.And once dissolved you spread leadAcross the page until the wood tears the shee... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 05:22:00 PST |
My Birth Grounds (City Of Lost Angels) |
As I hover above my Birth GroundsMy face is gloved with a frown.Flames become temporary residentsWith swift travel,Quakes turn ground to gravel,And angels come in the form of dustOr simply can't be fo... Posted by Sleepless Poets on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 11:40:00 PST |