Tell me who you love baby I say, tell me who you love lady? We’ll take my ride, watch stars fl… under the endless night sky Tell me who you love and why?
The sun’s going down, And all the crowds around, We keep trying to burn, The bush that Moses found, Oh can you stay,
The Stars, One by One, Go Fading, Deep across the, Firmament of Sky,
And so how did I end up here? Alone warped and smoking alone, The light reflects off the empty w… Plaster white with cracks and hole… Electricity palpitating from the d…
I left home when was I only fourt… To travel away from the King and… I had to get out for my mind was m… and my flamin’ fingers all were ta… I arrived at an airport on a flyin…
Majestical journey, About to be begun, And I in my cap, Facing the yellow sun, Smile upon my tired face,
The reason you’ll never love me A fear of a four letter word Love It comes like falling rain and sta… Like the flowing flame on a burnin…
Cast away your spotless shadow cast away your broken woe, to where the broken-hearted lie as sun shines in the sky, Cast them away,
The lights seem to cry, Like ballets dancers in their fina… At least in my vision, I gaze upon them, Not knowing which side is right,
Everything sold in bright colors to attract your irises—everything to be sold at the perfect 99 cent prices. To consume, to burn and use then throw away, to take and turn forward from...
alseep I wake upon grassbeds covered in greenish gayeish jumping baby creatures with legs of irun I run to the felds, waterfalls of suffire gooshing like Temecula wines whining for gra...
Five and Ten ‘cent women, Running though the street, Walking fast but thinking slow, To every eye they meet, Five and Ten ’cent women,
It is won! It has begun! With the setting sun laid low is the last gun! And now,
My love she who walks in Mist, My love she who asks but doesn’t p… My love she who always stays as sh… My love, like a flower, loves each… My love,
he rides upon a Spanish stallion as he drains the flagon of time spent in the drainage ditch of true effort and deadly dreaming. to reconstruct the field-fog of poetry he never describe...