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

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

A man of modest means,
he worked in a theater but
was not a star or actor at first.
No career, just
a job and

I was laying awake then
dreaming of nothing
Knowing that, as a man of pain
He would enlighten my feet.
I Was forced into a devil’s barga

There’s only need, 
So much I’m l
There was joy, In all the lies 
J
Memories fade but the scars still
I cannot grow, I cannot move
I ca
Engulfed by you, what can I do?
W

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

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

You dare question my love for you.
I know I love you
Yes I try to run
Yes I try to hide
Yes I try to find other things

Slamming the door as I storm out
Cold from the concrete penetrates
I pick up the only thing close, a
Angry words still burn in my mind
Self centered, childish words all

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

Torture is the way. Maybe I deser

“Believe" said the Angel
as she cradled the head
of the man who slept
Dreaming of his wife and marriage.
“Believe” said the Angel

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

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

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?

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

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

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

I wish you were here Just looking
I know am not even your friend, no
I know am just a coward
I know I cant say the right words
I know I always cry at night

“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?

Silence from the cockpit, steady a
The pilot dyed his hair black beca
Next to me, who ever saw a half ba
Is he one of the originals.
Not a rolling stone, but close.

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

Goodbye to you from my empty heart
Silence now echos through this glo
The birds fly through the sky’s em
I know the moment when the peace i
I know why my heart aches and I o

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

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

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

I’m not thinking anymore.
Not thinking.
Not remembering.
Not planning.
Not giving.

28 Months since the last tie
in front of morning’s mirror,
where the moving sun lit
the four corners of his being
above the window sill.

A Tool Engineer died last night f

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

You feel you are on an Island in
But there are many that would help
You already know.
He never came and you are left to
To take those many problems and pu

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

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

The horses
Fled down the road
Until they realized
It too was fenced in.

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