a story, what of this |
I'll tell y'all a story about kings of menThe finite picture painters I believe in themThey are distinguished weavers of silk and memory From day to day circling closer, the eyes of the mother sheBrin...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 01:19:00 GMT |
some kind of thinking poem |
In this history of lost minds and mysteryI begin with my breathing for it's the way that I conceive of me,all of the others with their eyes set out forwardare forgetting in the rush that searching isn...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 02:32:00 GMT |
atmosphere lyrics |
"Its alright I'm here" said the man with the long time ago eyes"It seems things have changed but that's the way the lord enjoys spending time"What has passed to make your smile an empty line?Is it the...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 03:29:00 GMT |
Updates |
really its just the sameif you all want a great band to play for your party, club, coffeehouse or somethinglet me know and i'll send one your way (caulit anything)think radiohead/bitches brewalso...at...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 19:17:00 GMT |
rambling things away |
When did we give upWas it cause no one's dad showed themThe joy of bugs under a rockOr did TV tell us to Fear the unknownIt does make it easier to trash the worldOr maybe we don't believe there's a pr...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 01:25:00 GMT |
and it begins. |
build a home inside your soul and feel our heaven's wind. with all the love i choose to show it falls not on your skin. grant me peace oh quiet one and let your heart be free, because though its chang...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 21:30:00 GMT |
An Older Story |
take me away young river spiritremember when you used to say, "as long as you feel ityou can make the way as you like" and then you'd sitand i'd watch you make chocolate from a pen and paperwhile i ma...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 20:31:00 GMT |
Old Streets |
i read your old letters yesterdayand such beautiful poetry sang to my heart againits those old streets of that old country fill me upand i always dream of being there once moreyet my feet travel slowl...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 00:37:00 GMT |
Cryptically Caring |
If you brought it to me I could see clearly The fact that it's so close to you and inside so deepBut keeping it simple I begin to hint to youThat this cryptic wit that I work with isJust another way t...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 19:35:00 GMT |
Change |
Its having always said these things that makes you wonderGiving back now the words that didn't sit neatly upon a closed deskThese books are volumes of love and what should be if it could stayBut again...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 19:42:00 GMT |
