Prism |
Just when I thought I was blind.Black and white shafts of decaying memories squeeze into my mind, out bursts colors of every kind.All will be fine.
Posted by on Wed, 01 Apr 2009 23:59:00 GMT |
(K)night |
Sunrises and sunsets melt into night with day in between.Hearing the byproduct of wind at the perfect moment between dusk and dark,the apex of perfection is heard and seen after the sun goes down.Empt...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 20:49:00 GMT |
Drift |
His mind is clean, but his hands are dirtyHe's only twenty, but he looks thirty.The guitar is his wings, slung across his back,half pint of whiskey and smokes in his pack.Whatever he needs, he begs, b...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 20:42:00 GMT |
Lyrical Coincidence |
"Money can't buy my soul 'cause it comes from a hard earned place"-Ryan Bingham"Better watch your soul it'll leave you like a hundred bucks."-M. Ward
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 14:55:00 GMT |
