collective unconscious |
You rotted out, cus you thought you could fit inA state of being, thats always been fleeing yer graspBought into every forked-tongue lie they told yaPart of the machine now, your veins follow shoppin...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Aug 2009 17:09:00 GMT |
'09 GOALS |
here's a few things I'm hoping to accomplish this year:- get chest piece, and/or sleeve on right arm- find life's blood - defiance on vinyl- get a job- get a g2- write at leat 5 new pieces a month- re...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 18:08:00 GMT |
womb meets world |
here's a piece from some lyrics I've been working on. let me know what you think.[EDIT: I added a line from another poem to this one. the "now I'm running..." one.]no hope for me. no hope for anyone.h...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 10:41:00 GMT |
god: dog (a dead-end god send) |
Oh brother, we lost anotherTo the sights and sounds we discoveredI saw a heart grow, and I heard it get ripped outI saw them drink Christ, and he was so quickly pissed outHand me a book, that really s...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 19:29:00 GMT |
rhyme removal |
as I begin a new chapter in my life, another must close. I've posted a ton of blogs including my writing, and I've decided to give em the boot.I'm a lot older now, and my style has improved, evolved, ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 16:02:00 GMT |
Armed To The Teeth |
more lyrics for my band, with another war theme.I'm puking up blood, on land I don't care to nameI've seen countless horizons; to be honest they all look the sameTell me, what is like back home?Is the...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 20:04:00 GMT |
The Estranged Blues Brothers |
The cops are fuckin' trailin' my assCross state lines, and old horizonsI stole me the blues, and I'm bringin' it back to prisonFor a buck, and a cup of ginI'll sing it with some soul, and I'll sing it...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 16:50:00 GMT |
