song |
I don't know how to make lots of moneyI got debts that I'm trying to payI can't buy you nice things, like big diamond ringsBut that don't mean much anywayI can't give you the house you've been dreamin...
Posted by Apollo on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 07:07:00 PST |
new york! |
In case you didn't a week ago I found myself in the middle of Manhattan; One of the most majestic parts of New York City. It took me some time to process all the things I saw while I was up there. So ...
Posted by Apollo on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 09:14:00 PST |
did it babe? |
Well, it didn't take you long.Did it, babe?To learn to sing my songand get yourself laid.No, It didn't take you long.Did it, babe?The moment I was goneyou're the master of the slaves.And it didn't tak...
Posted by Apollo on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 06:02:00 PST |
entry way |
Last Saturday I stood in your entry wayThat place where we used to waitFor cars to carry us awayLike once in this storm, they drove me and you homeThe music was just being bornIt was all I was lo...
Posted by Apollo on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 06:06:00 PST |
pandora’s box |
I was cleaning out my room today and found "the box"& you know the one where you keep all the pictures and letters and trinkets from past relationships. We all have one even if we don't like to admit ...
Posted by Apollo on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 07:02:00 PST |
the seashell that became a heart... |
You laid there with your ear against my chest listening for the patterns in the hopes of unlocking my mental vault and steal my heart. Pondering how something so similar to what you already have could...
Posted by Apollo on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 01:49:00 PST |
oldie but goodie |
Laying there hearing the rain mixed with music as it charges the air& I was laughing a silent laugh noticing on this wet night that even the yellow light behind her head seems damp too. She was&no she...
Posted by Apollo on Sun, 29 Jan 2006 11:16:00 PST |
hard to follow... |
Myself being not a stranger to imagery&a boy in the pavilion of a mans mind. In tandem to each other, yet somehow not effected by its predominance (influence). A romanticist by fault of my upper story...
Posted by Apollo on Sat, 28 Jan 2006 10:52:00 PST |
fear nothing |
Fear nothing⬦but closing your eyes and never opening them again. For that sleep is forever. Live dreams and let them become real things⬦more than a thought or picture but a memory and experience, ...
Posted by Apollo on Mon, 23 Jan 2006 02:42:00 PST |
prince of tides |
Do I love or does love become me? There has never been an answer to open my minds' eye with nor do I expect it to ever come... I learn when you find the meanings of life that life loses its meani...
Posted by Apollo on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 11:19:00 PST |
