Words of wisdom |
Spit in the wind to seeif nowadays it lands on mecause thats what it used to dobut you never knowthe way things have changedand wonderland has grown so strangeI might just land on youI don't know wher...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:24:00 GMT |
Mercy |
Mercy onto the "And if I wanna be there with youbefore the stars of thefort quarter moon,This is what I wrote to youso hold me to my wordmake me trueand on the canyons faceseeds of the wild flowerwait...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 11:12:00 GMT |
Nobody actually reads this shit ( I forgot ) |
The ghost of youlost between the highway linesLike memories that pass me byCaught somewhere in the seamsof the foothills, and the western skyand time is not but a whimof an allusive thought, or a drea...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 17:00:00 GMT |
Updated ,"Centralia" |
Nobody actually reads this shit IXShe 's sending messagesacross wavelengthsand I'm receiving, butthese messages were nevermeant for mewere theyye...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 20:55:00 GMT |
Fierce Apples |
Fierce ApplesI said, Keep in mindthat I'm here alone,and all my friends live by you,so of course I'm goingthrough thingsSo I got this from your pageand this is what it readit ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 23:21:00 GMT |
Laine |
Laine...Her come Laineshe trips up the stairopens the doorand falls on the kitchen floorI'm waiting for the phone to ringand neighbors complainat 3 amnot again over the baby gate and into the living r...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 20:28:00 GMT |
The Cuda |
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 02:27:00 GMT |
Nobody actually reads this shit VIII |
And on the moment that I show upinto this placeEveryone made a fussfeeling shy I just shrugged it off, awayand a distant sound in mindthere's a ringsI don't want to pick upafraid of what I'll hear, or...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 01:33:00 GMT |
Nothing at all |
" Nothing "And in the endthere was a beginningthe sun shun brilliantagainst the western skywith a million reasonsall worth livingwhen I crossed that riverI thought I'd outrun this fightthan I kept my ...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 22:50:00 GMT |
Nobody actually reads this shit part II |
She got her canvas propped up in the cornermaybe painting portraitsthrough the hole in my skull,the walls are covered green in paperand the shadows move with the dayI think I've learned how to listenw...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 12:12:00 GMT |
