Situation at Hand |
Blue walls trap me day by day.I pray but no answer heard anyway.Strangers wandering to and fro. I know I'll move, I have places to go.White steeds race through my head.Instead I walk just to be fed.Hu...
Posted by Christopher on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 07:00:00 PST |
Chasing Life |
Dizzy from all the little pills I swallow bit by bit.Is he one of those mighty men I shadow to be fitFor one of those days that end by dawn.For one of those days I will be shownThe type, the tact, the...
Posted by Christopher on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 06:58:00 PST |
A Staircase of Bees |
Young I was to know so much and grow so old I hate to touchMy skin, it burns. The bumblebee flies at night from ground to tree.Sexing dew and nectar from the people who neglect their young.
Ther...
Posted by Christopher on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 10:34:00 PST |
You |
Cars go by and then I laugh to myself 'cause I just hadA thought, idea, a frame of mind to win this game and then I findThat you were not the only one.You were there just for fun.You turned out to be ...
Posted by Christopher on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 11:49:00 PST |
Fly |
There you areSitting aloneWondering maybeI'll see you soon.
Taking chances By the guitarTurned around backwardsYou've come so far.
Baby you've grown up,Baby you've grown up,Baby you've grown up so fas...
Posted by Christopher on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 10:10:00 PST |
This Garden |
I found a way to twist my head on straight it seems as if I'm dead.Now I go past lover's lane through miles I walk to heal my pain.This garden that I've grown for yearsHas sprung up roses, fall is nea...
Posted by Christopher on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 10:06:00 PST |
The Search |
Looking back through time I realize I'mLooking for something more sublime than love.I've had it once and lost it againLike a lightning strike and a wayward wind.Exploring my psyche and then finding it...
Posted by Christopher on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 10:03:00 PST |
Hell |
Down the black forest by moonlit tideDown the road from where I disguiseDown to you, my amore, my loveDown to dusk just like the black dove.
Down to trip, to quake, to stirDown to fly by way of the bi...
Posted by Christopher on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 09:37:00 PST |
Pink Clouds |
Pink clouds surround me among the bubblegum treesTripping on a hole in a paper heartFlying so high, going back to the start.Did it again, so fast, so strong"So long", I said but you were too fineTo li...
Posted by Christopher on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 09:34:00 PST |
The Boys |
I shot my arm up in disagreeThinking he's the man, not me.Stupid lines and fairy talesSpouting trash, it's all for sale.
Boys come home in paper bagsTrusting God and the Flag.I just tried to see the t...
Posted by Christopher on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 12:59:00 PST |
