They who would turn off my water. |
Have alot to give, but everyone wants more,
They nickle and dime me until I am broke,
Then they nickle and dime me some more,
Seperating out the white from the yolk.
With false smiles they stab into... Posted by john on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 01:10:00 PST |
They who would turn off my water. |
Have alot to give, but everyone wants more,
They nickle and dime me until I am broke,
Then they nickle and dime me some more,
Seperating out the white from the yolk.
With false smiles they stab into... Posted by john on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 01:16:00 PST |
Once Again. |
If my thumb wasn't sore from lifting
Up this broken minivan, I wouldn't be
Here anymore.
But here I am
Broken down
Once again.
Cannot carry it up
The hill
From the wieght
It is crushing me.
Once again... Posted by john on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 02:03:00 PST |
Whatever |
It is something noone talks about,It is something everyone jokes about,It is a private joke none lets you in on,Probably because the subject of the jokeIs you,Standing naked in the hallway,And abused ... Posted by john on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 04:23:00 PST |
White ships |
Thier was a sighting today of a white ship,
That faded away, across an empty horizon,
They say the faces were ghost white,
As if they had premonitions of a sinking ship,
And that they were taveling on... Posted by john on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 11:33:00 PST |
Shyness |
She has exotic fingers that type prodegiouslyPorcelin white and painted fingernailsExcuted in fireengine red like passionA fish frying out of the frying pan and Into the fire, and I do not knowWhat to... Posted by john on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 04:26:00 PST |
Star tack |
Is it not too much to ask for,Slippery feet slip on the banana peel, I am the subject of my own afterglow,Come on girl keep it real,Come on baby rock my world!Sister-sister I have something to tell yo... Posted by john on Mon, 07 May 2007 10:16:00 PST |
Winter is but a desolate Heart |
The Winter Tree stands desperate and vilgilant Against the cold but doesn't know what it stands for,The life has left for the season, It looks dead.And the world it holds no warmth.... Posted by john on Sun, 06 May 2007 12:01:00 PST |
Rosenstien's Monster |
I made up my mind, this is me walking out the door,Don't blaime me for you being a pyscho-bitch, I am sure a flying plate will surely find the back of my headOn its way to the wall as I am wlking out ... Posted by john on Sun, 06 May 2007 11:51:00 PST |
Private Project. |
What is it we have become, facing our demons in the night,
What is this fear, our faces dirty in the mirror,
Waltzing with ourselves, walking by ourselves,
Modern life is so empty, that vacuume we h... Posted by john on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 07:57:00 PST |