Crass |
You've taken my thinking,my means of survival
You thrust in my hand your gun and your bible.
You told me to kill for the lord up above
You taught me to hate when I know there is love.
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 11:46:00 GMT |
Despair |
My life hath been one chain of contradictions,
Madhouses,prisons,whore-shops...
Pale death,the grand physician,cures all pain;
The dead rest well who lived for joys in vain...
Hopeless hope hopes on a...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 10:48:00 GMT |
Sleep |
Love does not conquer all
It seems the great dominator would be time
In itself the capability to change wills and alter minds,it seems the master is time
Even this is wrong
the one who takes them...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 19:16:00 GMT |
Golden Ponds |
3:57
I woke up alone
Shallow pulse pumping ,my heart as cold as a stone
I notice the mud on the floor
And turn my head to the shovel that lies against the door
Too much to drink I must be dreaming.The...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 01:36:00 GMT |
