a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death