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

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

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

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

Torture is the way. Maybe I deser

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Marrooned
…the…sandman…was…easy…
Th e Eas ter Bu nny wa s Ne X’d
Tune in, little dude, tune in, tin
to hear the argument, while they a

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,

Who has never experienced a moment
A moment of sadness.
When people find out you have hidd
That you wish that person you love
You wish them away, avoid them,

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

I shouted my name through the vine
but there was no answer.
My name died on my lips.
No stone would consecrate it.
The vines parted no more.

Your voice is rustling the falling
the marble angel praying over you
has cold hands
that give no recompense
So many stones

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

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

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

I thought to send you flowers
wine and cheese
rose wine and dark chocolates
but you would know
they were from me.

I was raised a Mexican Catholic,
growing up neurotically guilty
in the cobblestoned streets of Aqu
a mining city of Ore but a vibrant
and brick stoned colorful churches

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

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

A Tool Engineer died last night f

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?

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

Yes, I know.
But what else is there?
To stop?
The end came to soon..
To live.

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