Tonight I shed a tear
Not for you,
Not for me
But for the whip ready for the end
Tonight I shed a tear

I’m nothing but a low life
Thinking about my own life
I can’t help myself from falling
Can’t help myself from falling
I’m nothing but a low life

I am trying to remember
Where I hid myself
The note I scribbled
To remind my promises
Of what I keep forgetting to do!

“I am a lute suspended”, Viola, s
To your tones, I resonate.
Ohh, how we do celebrate
the marriage of our two souls
in issue from your f-holes?

Way up high, on the very top shelf
I found a dusty book written about
Its cover was thick and hard as a
Its contents were bound by a small
But, with magic understanding, it

I could write
A thousand love poems
That would never be enough
To tell of what you mean to me.
You inspired me

the funny thing about tears
is how powerful they are
the tears sliding down my face
signal an apology to you
for the emotional hurt I’ve given.

In their world I don’t quite fit
In this one I don’t belong
Caught somewhere in the middle
Between a story and a song
Chapter, passage, verse, or rhyme

Look at me, who am I?
my life has been one long lie.
Fooling myself and others too,
pretending to be what isn’t true.
I am a clown with made up faces,

For dearest beautiful who will hav
She would wait and wait. When I s
One time she blew a kiss and it hi
He blushed and handed it to me. I
At our house under the foggy night

silence can be beautiful
there can be so much
meaning
and emotion
in words unspoken...

He walks the beach
Looking into the ocean
A sadness creeps across his face.
Thoughts of years gone by
Without memory of them are brought

Tu camino ha tomado un nuevo rumbo
Aquel “pueblo que está en la monta
Fuiste “El poeta del pueblo”, “El
Gracias por tus enseñanzas, por co

They don’t adapt to cold very well
There is a tear at the bottom of t
Of the desperate
They can’t get used to the cold
It doesn’t taste like sin anymore

under my tumour un-genius
copied intent brain are turqouise
stolen pebbles and ruby gems mixed
people from your history
not my own schooling of

Up the lane where the hedgerows gr
the flowers are small and white an
Where the birds nest in thickets
the air is dry and hot but mellow
My bicycle whisks me by

I still wake up breathing your nam
and I can hear myself whispering t
driving me two minutes past crazy
the way my voice catches those cor
never fails to make me content

I have lost the life I once knew
Nothing I say or do seems to matt
My self’s worth is on a blank
And my self-esteem is a runaway tr
Who Am I Now

Orange and Green
tangerines and oranges
this is the way to the brown farm
where people work from break of da
and never think they’ve worked too

I am the wind whispering of eterni
I am silence.
I am the junkie on the street corn
I am the moralist who condemns.
I am the one who stops to help the

It seems many lifetimes ago
In a place unknown, never seen
A wild-hearted woman I came to kn
The incomparable of all women
And love embraced the passion

Her name was Solitude, and she wa
like a seaport hit by a storm
she collected sad butterflies,
street addresses that don’t exist.
But she had the fancy

There’s always a Church
Street and a Starbucks Cafe
and sometimes too, a
Shopping center Rise where people
greet and Main

Wrappings, Roses and Tinsel creat
peninsulas, travels, litterings of
well-wishes, seagull fodder, recyc
books of poems as doorstops,
the such.

Ella tenia un buen sentido del hum
Ella era la risa
Conocia la desaprobación de todos
Debía de haberle alabado desde ant
Si es que su cielo alguna vez habl

Breathing ragged
Heartbeat raging
Claws jagged
A love that is never aging
I remember that rainy cold day.

Oh-oh, yes he was The Roseburg S
Soul going to Hell
Lived in a make-believe world of c
of different personalities created
with dreams and fantasies of Splen

I don’t want to sleep tonight
there’s nothing left to dream
Tell me pretty stories Dear
illustrate a scene
Take me back to time long past

Un Romeo enamorado canta en la ca
abatiendo a todo el mundo con una
encuentra una farola y se para en
dice algo así como: "tú y yo cariñ
Julieta dice: “hey Romeo, casi me

What is love? I think that love i
That’s the problem with truth. Th
If you both agree at a conscious l
If you want guarantees in life, th
There’s nothing “wrong” with anyth

Who was I?
Crossing the Wine valley I stumbl
The darkness is coming, the hour i
The hill is still to be…biked up!
Time is oppressive, it…goes!

Scene I
Do you want to talk about it?
—I think that sometimes
we all have those feelings.
It can be very difficult finding o

Se acerca Anna y me da un abrazo.
Qué pasa David que haces por aquí
Es que tengo un nuevo trabajo, esc
Aqui hay más gente en la cuidad.
¿Y bien?

When he rode his thoughts into the
Passion and intensity consumed his
Bursting into fragments would he e
Back to the start
When the thoughts of her seeped in

David’s Mind flowing through tave
heart sighs in dancing quivers
remembering how those lies were sh
By the goodness of her heart.
David’s new tunes twisting in time

Torture is the way. Maybe I deser