Blind |
If I could only find
another way to say hello for the first time
another road to take
that leads to more than just a friend of mine
another plan I baked
is washed away, out of my mind
a...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:24:00 GMT |
A song for my friend Penni |
Sentimental morning
call you late at night
no comet tails, no warning
keep it in, keep it locked up, airtight
all is fine in the valley
all is startin' to grow up just right
I'm just startin' to be, I...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 13:48:00 GMT |
Dumb Shit |
These are questions with no merit to them at all. The very fact that you will ponder upon them is proof that the thoughts in my head are infectious.Enjoy.*answers beneath1: Rocky Balboa vs Batman in a...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 09:04:00 GMT |
Breathe |
Slow & sultry
paint you with words
like Salvidore Dali
something absurd
Hair like midnight
eyes like my soul
heavenly body
losin' control
Look at me and break me down
I'd love to be ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 21:32:00 GMT |
Devin |
Lay me down
You got me goin' crazy
Shove me around
I'm actin' like a baby
See-through gown
on the ground
that's why you gonna find me here on the dark side of this town
Hot momma
four letter wo...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 09:54:00 GMT |
Positronics |
Estuary and his astronauts went forth to pave the way
Mother nature and her never/nots just would not let them stay
all the wolves up in the thunderclap are-a-comin' back today
all the things I heard...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 17:01:00 GMT |
Heaven is orgasiming simultaneously.......... |
I've decided to deviate from the norm and actually blog as opposed to toss out songs and wait for feedback that never comes...so onto the topic at hand
When I was a kid, I thought that heaven was a bi...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 15:09:00 GMT |
Middle Child |
Contours of your body, lovely
curved and white where fire falls down
see-through wrapping, wrapping tight
twisting through the purple light
Upon an evening gown
Stormcloud forecast with a swall...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 09:43:00 GMT |
Grown |
Son,
I heard you been coming back around
Son,
I heard ya done run yourself into the ground
Son,
Don't make me, don't make me come on down
What 'cha gona do
What 'cha gonna do
What 'cha gonna ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 10:34:00 GMT |
Snowing out in Wheaton |
I write songs. That's why I'm a front man. Sometimes though, I write a song/poem, that cannot be utilized by the Rose, or I just feel like writing them down and forgeting about them.&...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 10:50:00 GMT |
