im trying to help you.. |
Some recent events iv seen come along in my life, and others have caused me to want to make a list of what I think...are some very important points..1)Guys:after a date, if she invites you up...you go...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 01:06:00 GMT |
quite |
well if god was a poethe'd have the upper handcreating all the commen languagewith just a slight of handwe speak with words that start in loveand wither down to hatethinking the futers in the bottomof...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 23:26:00 GMT |
The dance... |
she's got a missionary diamond that she wears so proud
her father came from war in a morning shroud
stand up baby theres allot to do
just pour another round and let your mind delude
we've got another...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 01:54:00 GMT |
Bones |
man
weather in his bones
steel for his drum
a new sun for the day walker
a sleep for the dawn
we lay in pasture green and pure
and stare at clouds as they sturr
"my bonny shes over that ocea...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 01:52:00 GMT |
The words that stay silent.. |
Stand on the mountain top
scream your name
scream a lullaby
take heed to mistakes
take it lightly
bring health to the weary
bring light to the dark
stand ferm with resalution
start a fire without...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 22:36:00 GMT |
Photos... |
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 23:01:00 GMT |
night air |
the morning after the fall
with your hands clasped tightly around my shoulders
and the warm breeze rings in the air
step lightly to the beat my brother
breath deeply my sister
yell louder my father
lo...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 05:59:00 GMT |
if your a fan of words |
BROTHERS AND SISTERS
WE BUILT THIS DOMAIN
OF BRICK AND MORTER
TIED WITH STEEL AND FRAMED
BUILT BORDERS
WITHOUT WALKWAYS
BUILD GUNS
WITHOUT MINDS
IF THIS WALL COULD TALK
IF YOUR HANDS HAD A POURPOUSE
...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 22:57:00 GMT |
winds of change.. |
Even though its early in the spring, I can feel everything changing around me, its 8pm, and I just walked out to my car and for the first time in a long time, I felt that summer crispness (yes a bit c...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 20:17:00 GMT |
Poems |
"men in suits speak of god
men in war speak of hell
men of life speak of nothing"
-me-
Riches words from a drunken mouthpoor innocent like wine and rumsmooth like silklike a mothe...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 01:57:00 GMT |
