hope rising |
surely we're waiting for the endsome flash of light, rubble where we've beena lonesome song to follow us hometo cradle our heads, to nuture our soulsfar from the tree we have fallenfor lack of a bette...
Posted by the surrealist. on Wed, 02 May 2007 01:03:00 PST |
fickle friend |
a candle, which flickers in the winds'blown out by the gust, such a fickle friendhe'll cool your face in the heatbut knock you off your feetwhere you're left with but dirt on your chin...
Posted by the surrealist. on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 05:45:00 PST |
life, pass on by |
follow suit as a serpent's tongueends the life of a critterlook at life through the eyes of youngwhen the world was all a'glittertell me are you a quitter?tell me you're not a quitter.the years before...
Posted by the surrealist. on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 05:40:00 PST |
byrd /// the price of war |
byrd....there's a byrd outside my windowi've listened to him sing all dayhe ends with an odd creshendoif i were him, i'd fly awayhe's a funny little fellowthat byrd there on displayhe has two wings, f...
Posted by the surrealist. on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 03:29:00 PST |
the butcher |
feel through the forest, dead of nightwind seems to stir feelings of contritehands are bloody, heart's emmersedthey've begun to expect the worstit seems someone fled while the city was redon cobblesto...
Posted by the surrealist. on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 03:26:00 PST |
