color from a rose |
how do you draw the color from a rose
or steal the beauty of a new born
to mix into the mix and make it a gorgeous form
to leave the distractions of picking out clothes
a field of wheat, a sky of slee...
Posted by Russ on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 03:45:00 PST |
simple complex |
simple answers for complex problemslike spelling things wrongthey get it as with misplaced wordsin a song on the radioyou and i we look everywherefor the diamond that could change everythingbut the wa...
Posted by Russ on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 06:32:00 PST |
paint change |
started painting this fence overthere(points left)I didn't think i'd carebut i lost that beti'm headed that way to finish(points right, crow crows)but no one's listeningi'm standing alone(in the dista...
Posted by Russ on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 06:24:00 PST |
tell me what this is about and get a cookie |
alone in a clearing in the woodsi've come through dark nights and thornspaths lost and foundi've been wandering aimlesslytil i suddenly burst out herebeautiful placestars bright above but the journey ...
Posted by Russ on Tue, 30 May 2006 07:34:00 PST |
a sad riddle |
a sad riddlewhen do you need what you havefull tankran out halfway to my destinationso i started walkincaught a ridedropped off in the exact same placefree fallin' keeps playinfor some reasona season ...
Posted by Russ on Tue, 30 May 2006 07:14:00 PST |
vent |
why are people naivewhy do they feel as if they have to associate themselves with a groupa guy a girlno matter who they arepeople act as if they can't be satisfiedunless they can say yea me and so and...
Posted by Russ on Tue, 30 May 2006 07:01:00 PST |
diggin a hole |
blocked myself from myselfbut never let it gonever followed behindnever wanted to knowin the absence of my poor souli scattered the piecesand dug the perverbial holethe rain cameand i flowed away with...
Posted by Russ on Sat, 27 May 2006 06:48:00 PST |
plaster being |
living with disasterbut the world ain't spinnin fasteras i try to masterthe plaster called skin i'm inthat my mind swims throughafter i discover time finds lines that blindus only to the fine bastards...
Posted by Russ on Sat, 27 May 2006 06:46:00 PST |
only viewers? |
Regret framed in an 8 x 10lost before i could show upand blame it on the traffic againno life withinperfection suspectedso throw it back in the fireand watch it burnas with the first regret you hadand...
Posted by Russ on Sat, 27 May 2006 06:41:00 PST |
flawed perfect circle |
When the distance has been revealedand the time aloted to healhas disappearedWhen the demons are armed with steeland the drunk man at the wheelcan't steeryou need to take a look inand realizeyour perf...
Posted by Russ on Sat, 27 May 2006 06:36:00 PST |
