The Long Way Home |
Up on a hillpiles of mistakes down belowI think I'll take the long way from here.
I'll go it alone,I'll walk it alone,to pay the recompenseand swift churning vengeance.At the endwe all endSo I'll take...
Posted by Wired-Connected on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 07:03:00 PST |
One Million Things |
there's no oneto call mehomethere's somethingthat they wantto saybut no onefeels themselftodayin a word they said one million things that I refuse to believein one motionthey washed out deca...
Posted by Wired-Connected on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 08:16:00 PST |
Never Again |
You're just like Judasabandoned in the cold nightyou escapenever again will you feel the samenever again, never again
Posted by Wired-Connected on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 09:05:00 PST |
The Hymn of Age |
I'm not the man I was torn by time and dust. I feel the ache in my bones and watch the embers slowly go. The fires start to dull and the light begins to fade. How did time go so fast? Nothing I dream...
Posted by Wired-Connected on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 01:54:00 PST |
Down Below |
Where the flowers grown, he lives down below. Where the rose is sewn, he lives down below. Underneath the tattered world and the boot heels of silly girls he lives down below. From below he bellows, ...
Posted by Wired-Connected on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 07:45:00 PST |
And yet, it still approaches |
Without delay.Seemingly stealthy and silent,like a hunter to its pretyit comes undaunted to bringnothing but decay.
Distant as it is,the target in its sights,homing quietly with delightit can feel the...
Posted by Wired-Connected on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 12:22:00 PST |
Ode to Overcome |
He was 23 years old...maybe, i can't remember everything.He found out over timethat sometimes he could even amaze himself.Oh, things were different now, no denyingbut something or someonehad proven to...
Posted by Wired-Connected on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 12:15:00 PST |
Reclaiming the Past |
I know the truth's inside.So deep now,it shines through our faded eyes.Within fated timeit comes outand destroys the past we cling to.
But if we're to understandthe meaning of what we hadthen the...
Posted by Wired-Connected on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 10:12:00 PST |
Sharing=Caring |
Time to give it up,that 15 minutes is mine now.Your fake smiles still glisten, but requirethe plastic be tightened, bandagesbe reapplied so as to stop the bleeding.So its time to share and give me my1...
Posted by Wired-Connected on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 09:27:00 PST |
Changed |
Changed, as she was, death was now more than everseeping in. Slowly it came, destroying old friendshipswhile breaking new hearts.Death of decency giving way to the birthof her own self abso...
Posted by Wired-Connected on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 10:15:00 PST |
