m.a.s.h theam song |
Through early morning fog I see visions of the things to beThe pains that are withheld for me I realize and I can see . . .That suicide is painless it brings on many changesAnd I can take or leave it ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 07:59:00 GMT |
why? |
Why must this be so hard to live with for me
I am unwanted, and that the way it must be
I must be unworthy, unclean, with no worth
as I no longer have some one to walk with me on this earth ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 07:40:00 GMT |
darkness and despaire |
Darkness rips my hart like the claws of some demon race.
Despaire soakes my soal like the sweat in the sheet.
Take my life and dam my soal, burn me eturnal in the dark place!
I have cry...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 07:31:00 GMT |
cloud Horces |
I wrote this one for a chick I met on my space. while I walked home one night its mostly true. well with some artiy slant it was a beautifull nite and the clouids did look a lot like horces. well I ho...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 21:58:00 GMT |
Girl by Danzig |
GirlLets climb too highLets climb too highFor the starsTo reach us girlGirlIm gonna take you hardIm gonna bring you higherThan your mindCan take youGirl lets climb too highLets climb too highFor the w...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 01:17:00 GMT |
poam |
A worthy goal I would start by kissing each toe. moveing up your foot veary slow. at your ankle I'll Take a bite. nicely, gently as a lover might. up your calf to your knee. moving closer to the plac...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 21:13:00 GMT |
down |
I just came backfrom seeing my kid at my old house and having dinner with ashley, she has the devorce papers thay wear rite thair I looked at them, as we eat the meal I realized I wasent lookin...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 16:45:00 GMT |
its so hard |
its hard going to see annika at the house. visiting my own home and not rilly being welcome. siting inmt chear and its not mine any more. looking around a my weading photos that are on the wall and kn...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 16:17:00 GMT |
walkig in the cold |
walking alone the wind is stiff, the young man pushes on toward his home far away.The cold cuts through his jeans and into his legs like small knives of ice. He shoves his numb hand in to his po...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 01:58:00 GMT |
