monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face

Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.

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…

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

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

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map