Friday, May 22, 2009












where does he slip to?
the place we all do
the place of old and new
the place i slip through


who's the pawn? take a peak
see the dawn, it hide and seek

how to show your face?
lead horse through this race
i know i have the grace
to be in this hungry place

who's the pawn? take a peak
see the dawn, it hide and seek

make a move and see
black and white will be
akward to have to flee
i bow with broken knee


who's the pawn? take a peak
see the dawn, it hide and seek

Friday, February 20, 2009

A Winning Hand

Verse 1
so why do you run through the street
talking bad about all the fellows you meet
and never swerving to keep your train on the track?
i know that he knows your love is sweet
but does he know you ride him like a flea
don't worry about me, he's the one with the heart attack

Prechorus
and so we run to the gate
wishing that it's not to late

Chorus
you say i'm traveling in a lost land
but don't you worry, honey i'm with the band
i'm not bluffin, i think i'll just stand
i've got a winning hand

Verse2
strings at attached will be too late
but instead your bones will ache
can't you see that love is not so far away?
why can't you let your fingers slip
into a coma and relax a bit
His breath will make your destiny want to stay.

Prechorus
and so we run to the gate
wishing that it's not to late

Chorus
you say i'm traveling in a lost land
but don't you worry, honey i'm with the band
i'm not bluffin, i think i'll just stand
i've got a winning hand

Bridge
and the crisp grip of a hand so rare
like diamonds moving through the air
take your back and strip it bare
never again will you feel the sting of dispair

Prechorus
and so we run to the gate
wishing that it's not to late

Chorus
you say i'm traveling in a lost land
but don't you worry, honey i'm with the band
i'm not bluffin, i think i'll just stand
i've got a winning hand

they called her name sincere

once upon a time there was a harlot
who flew off her handle in a loud shot
she rang out across the ball room
and landed in the arms of a young groom

they lived forever after the moon
in a room of doom cooked into a nice brew
but never could hear the warning boom
because she road around on a broom

her mouth was raw and her voice a mirror
and they called her name sincere
her eyes cut through but and stare was fear
and they called her name sincere.

i know the smell of her breath
it is so familiar, but not so fresh
her hair is sweet but a matted mess
you can't see her but your no less

your free to look from your dress or tie
and judge her prison cell with a lie
i'm the champion of the world in a while
seems all to familiar, a log in my eye

her mouth was raw and her voice a mirror
and they called her name sincere
her eyes cut through but and stare was fear
and they called her name sincere.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Now I need a cane

Bunsen burners cuddle my coldness
And I know you are mine all mine
I'm a scared new mom w blindness
Rocks her polar baby. It's all fine

I like to be gone all the time
Strum the guitar of silence
Dylan wouldn't know a rhyme
If this hands could make any sense.

I don't know that I could see anyone else
my loose lips may sink what I felt
Both my thumbs should fit
If I only had a brain.

Now I need this cane.
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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Knowing this song so well

Forks swallow the lamp of the sun
Forbiding the night to cast its spell.
with capes ablaze I run
Knowing this song so well.

Tough knots in my stomach
As your presence cuts through the night
All your breath slips up my spine
Making the comfort of the darkness all right.

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Friday, January 9, 2009

Chained


chains heal my lemon colored tongue
how could i have said that. how could i?
frames steal me from the bottom rung
how could i have done that. how could i?

fences hold me back from the back floor
when i see their eyes turn to mud
fences run through me looking for the door
when will i learn that it's flesh and blood

Red is the color of what i have made
dust to dust, i am a man who will fade
but not yet, i must run with this blade
never made to fade the blade is my grade.

I feel chained remained, disdained, and all drained.
I will learn! Mean while... chained.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

a noon day nap

the sun overcast as his beams peal through
and shine on the bigness of mornings dew
the grasshopper stares like he knows my soul
but i'm wet and can't find my crawling hole

melancholy smiles swell from the core
of lollipops that were never enough for more
but today i am happy to have the crumb
of a life that was here, and here to come.

your love is always enough when i am here
and sweet and lovely on a day of fear
sway this way and that, even on a map
effective is the color of a noon day nap