i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
