Drivin' low on route 66 life began at 65 pickup sticks missin' kicks drivin' round hear that sound makin' ground thinkin' back four score years spillin' tears clubs and booze wasted years should've done more at school listened to all those fools hands not meant holding tools pickin' up speed wind blown hair feelin' a need remember… Continue reading Drivin’ Low on route 66
Do you get it? It's not here anymore you wouldn't know it when you weren't even here you haven't arrived not really in a memory a loving memory in a feeling you can see you can hear can't you feel it? and we aren't anywhere anymore we just don't know it yet until that moment tomorrow… Continue reading Do you Get it?
Yes life is but a dream and no one on earth can prove otherwise and when we wake up it'll be all over it is that someday we will wake up dead as a rotten tree as a newborn blade of grass sprouting up through the earth yet on the other hand if you stay… Continue reading Sloe Gin Fizz
I always knew something about life being unreal but couldn't explain what that was it was that something wasn't quite right something had a hole in it a piece was missing like a puzzle and I never could quite find that missing piece there was this unreal quality about it I sensed this phoniness this… Continue reading About Life Being Unreal
Frothing from the backlash belittled behemoth its shadow over minted plains coming up standing down living on the edge of a bloodthirsty razor blade hearing empty words sounding real seeing believing it's not a good deal cast away fears as a stone throw no longer far getting near listen to music caught between plastered heaving sitting believing tearing walls… Continue reading Frothing from the Backlash
I found myself praying to the rainmaker or shall I say programmer? the one who made all this you now see before you you know it's he who made all of this real even though it seems so unreal at times it's as real as it gets at least for us as immortal mortals in this… Continue reading Praying to the Rainmaker
Oh woman oh woman by my side what makes ye so unlike me? so sweet so sour so soothing so demanding so full of emotion so in need of understanding yearning for that something from me which cannot be owned by neither of us you are strong you are weak so it goes with me… Continue reading Woman by my Side