I saw you through the window pain My heart was broken from the hammer you had fall No nothing really matters in my life at all There’s something quite not right about the way you call
I know he was there when you told me we were through I guess that’s the kicks you get when devils do The world is a sick place and now you are part of it too No smiles on the face of this clown painted on by you
I could kill you and justify it to the crown courts A man born and fell in love then ripped out by the very source If you knew the darkness that my mind took its only course You’d probably laugh and say you sad idiot it’s just a game of force.
I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
When logic and intuition stood on edge of time, sugar was dancing on the salt lake. I would not see the torn book between retreat and assault. I was reining in the new moon. In a night raid, five peacocks
Thanksgiving never will I forget Hopping in the car for a very long ride to grandma’s house With heavy frost on the grass, glistening in the sun Singing songs and counting grain bins to pass the time Now the frost
My pal in pain I know what you’re going through, but never forget my mate the chief difference between distance and separation. There, you cry at your home and here, I feel downhearted in mine. Feeling an awkward distance in