(2015)
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.
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
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…
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…
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…
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…
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
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…
I’m not thinking anymore. Not thinking. Not remembering. Not planning. Not giving.
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,
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…
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…
Tonight I shed a tear Not for you, Not for me But for the whip ready for the end… Tonight I shed a tear
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
‘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…
