I looked in your eyes
and saw what I want
that wandering vision
from so far away.
The sweetness grows weary
the love soon subsides
but something lays hidden
in those vagabond eyes.
I hope that you care
and feel my heart beating-
from so far away
I hope your desires aren't fleeting-
but I'll wake to this nightmare
where you aren't there.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
A reason to be aloof
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Ya...
Oh lovely,
lonely,
damnable disease.
I've gotten to know
these walls after days.
Not with a color
but a bitter-clear haze-
I think I'll need a mallet
to fall back to sleep
like an insomniac plague-
and yet I'll keep fighting
when my brain's wasted away.
lonely,
damnable disease.
I've gotten to know
these walls after days.
Not with a color
but a bitter-clear haze-
I think I'll need a mallet
to fall back to sleep
like an insomniac plague-
and yet I'll keep fighting
when my brain's wasted away.
Monday, September 27, 2010
you know...
Spitting, free rhyming/ I'm fucking timing attacks/ guess who's timing just the right time to come back? I'm drunk as hell riding up inside the rhythm what's up/ Just one more reason for the kid to get fucked up.
I got the girl who's straight fine/ I do the grind into her horizontal blind/ like the roots said, "I push my seed in her bush for life." It ain't no rock and roll though/ don't get it twisted/ so evil and vicious I use Patron on my mistress/ and I'll be holding the still-born like a ham at Christmas. Been to hell and I didn't take a step off earth/ I took the Ferry to Brooklyn to see young bloods battle for turf/ I'm the watcher recording evil so I'm ready to give it/ you can't believe the shit I've seen you just got to sit back and live it/ and hope there's a benevolent god and that his shit is forgiving.
I got the girl who's straight fine/ I do the grind into her horizontal blind/ like the roots said, "I push my seed in her bush for life." It ain't no rock and roll though/ don't get it twisted/ so evil and vicious I use Patron on my mistress/ and I'll be holding the still-born like a ham at Christmas. Been to hell and I didn't take a step off earth/ I took the Ferry to Brooklyn to see young bloods battle for turf/ I'm the watcher recording evil so I'm ready to give it/ you can't believe the shit I've seen you just got to sit back and live it/ and hope there's a benevolent god and that his shit is forgiving.
Commitment to Destruction
You
Sheep of the world
not following a Sheppard
but wandering
alone.
Why do your feelings lie
in disconnection?
True apathy is a skill
it takes commitment
ironically...
Sheep of the world
not following a Sheppard
but wandering
alone.
Why do your feelings lie
in disconnection?
True apathy is a skill
it takes commitment
ironically...
Bedroom Eyes
Girl you've got those bedroom eyes
that speak in mystery and I-
wish I were with you that I might see
those bedroom eyes staring right through me.
Those curious eyes that want something
and I wish I knew just what to bring
because for you I'd take on god
but bedroom eyes are tired so I nod-
off to sleep to see you in forever
maybe some day I'll have them or maybe never.
that speak in mystery and I-
wish I were with you that I might see
those bedroom eyes staring right through me.
Those curious eyes that want something
and I wish I knew just what to bring
because for you I'd take on god
but bedroom eyes are tired so I nod-
off to sleep to see you in forever
maybe some day I'll have them or maybe never.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
A silent prayer
So here I am at the edge of the sand
staring off into the ocean of blue
hoping some day I'll come home to you.
I've crossed oceans and searched the world
for a bed to lay my head on
and waking and sleeping, waking and sleeping
praying your with me at dawn.
staring off into the ocean of blue
hoping some day I'll come home to you.
I've crossed oceans and searched the world
for a bed to lay my head on
and waking and sleeping, waking and sleeping
praying your with me at dawn.
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