This is various writing I have done.
Although I have been writing here and
there for awhile, I am just now starting to
work on being organized with it.
Although I have been writing here and
there for awhile, I am just now starting to
work on being organized with it.
Baby, sing your sweet blues to me
so i can go to sleep.
I aint got too much breath left by the end of the
day,
but honey what I got you take away.
So i hope you dont mind, if i just unwind
lay back close these eyes
feel the warmth and soft sighs..
Whisper things I love to hear,
sing sweet misery into my ear.
Baby sing your blues to me
so i can go to sleep.
I had no intentions of breakin any heart
just followin mine,
I dont control that hands of time.
But theres a lot of fire in me
and I've met my match in you.
So I hope you dont mind..
If I lay back and breathe,
toast my pipe up to your beer,
and you can sing sweet misery into my ear..
cuz you won't find your heartache here
baby sing your blues to me
so I can go to sleep.
so i can go to sleep.
I aint got too much breath left by the end of the
day,
but honey what I got you take away.
So i hope you dont mind, if i just unwind
lay back close these eyes
feel the warmth and soft sighs..
Whisper things I love to hear,
sing sweet misery into my ear.
Baby sing your blues to me
so i can go to sleep.
I had no intentions of breakin any heart
just followin mine,
I dont control that hands of time.
But theres a lot of fire in me
and I've met my match in you.
So I hope you dont mind..
If I lay back and breathe,
toast my pipe up to your beer,
and you can sing sweet misery into my ear..
cuz you won't find your heartache here
baby sing your blues to me
so I can go to sleep.
"Rollin with Trouble"
Load your real, that I can feel, and then I’ll fuckin
smoke it.
Seems like yesterdays aint so far away
When you been livin such a damn large life.
Lesson pen is getting dim, but I’ll just keep on writing,
Trouble….here we go.
The scenery keeps on changing,
Ain’t seen nothing I ain’t seen before,
But somewhere memories visions,..
Still throwin rocks at my glass door
Seems somewhere on this line
We gonna find
Some freedom some peace of mind.
Worked until a back has broken
Walkin tall, couldn’t fall, until I fell and kept on goin.
So take this train right off its rail
I cant fail another time.
The odds aren’t right.
So trouble…here we go.
See what most can’t view
Truths and motives and what will come about,
But clouded eyes so filled with doubt,
Can’t find their way, through waters of insecurities,
To look off the tracks,
While we pass life by,,……
Seems somewhere on this line
Im gonna find
Some freedom some peace of mind.
Worked until a back has broken
Walkin tall, couldn’t fall, then I fell and kept on goin.
So take this train right off its rail, Im gonna switch its
path.
I can’t fail another time.
Trouble’s a friend of mine.
I ain’t one for crying, even less for lying,
To yourself or someone else…
Too many things on this list,
Too much too fast
have made me old since I was young.
Load your real, that I can feel, and then I’ll fuckin
smoke it.
Seems like yesterdays aint so far away
When you been livin such a damn large life.
Lesson pen is getting dim, but I’ll just keep on writing,
Troubles ridin with me,..
As we de-rail thing thing.
Load your real, that I can feel, and then I’ll fuckin
smoke it.
Seems like yesterdays aint so far away
When you been livin such a damn large life.
Lesson pen is getting dim, but I’ll just keep on writing,
Trouble….here we go.
The scenery keeps on changing,
Ain’t seen nothing I ain’t seen before,
But somewhere memories visions,..
Still throwin rocks at my glass door
Seems somewhere on this line
We gonna find
Some freedom some peace of mind.
Worked until a back has broken
Walkin tall, couldn’t fall, until I fell and kept on goin.
So take this train right off its rail
I cant fail another time.
The odds aren’t right.
So trouble…here we go.
See what most can’t view
Truths and motives and what will come about,
But clouded eyes so filled with doubt,
Can’t find their way, through waters of insecurities,
To look off the tracks,
While we pass life by,,……
Seems somewhere on this line
Im gonna find
Some freedom some peace of mind.
Worked until a back has broken
Walkin tall, couldn’t fall, then I fell and kept on goin.
So take this train right off its rail, Im gonna switch its
path.
I can’t fail another time.
Trouble’s a friend of mine.
I ain’t one for crying, even less for lying,
To yourself or someone else…
Too many things on this list,
Too much too fast
have made me old since I was young.
Load your real, that I can feel, and then I’ll fuckin
smoke it.
Seems like yesterdays aint so far away
When you been livin such a damn large life.
Lesson pen is getting dim, but I’ll just keep on writing,
Troubles ridin with me,..
As we de-rail thing thing.
Gypsy
Room to move an room to grow, freedom now for open
roads,
under open skies that no one knows,
oh too well it feels to breathe something that shouln't ever
cease,
put to beating once again....
When adventures became, so good a friend
Im off and on and over and up,
these honest eyes just can't pretend.
I fuel fire and I aint afriad to burn,
but building means much more
than something in return.
I leave my life an open book,
cuz theres so much there to read.
Im on and on and over and up,
have another one fill my cup..
Here to conquer but really to see,
wanna take in whats in front of me,
cant get enough, and I keep on,
but now its comin back in smilin throws,
and I wink at freedom and step onto open roads.
Guess Im off and on and over and up,
another corner in the dust..
some muddy footprints left behind
for the ones with too much time to find
never stopping always goin,
its nice to change direction
and finally see the sun..
Im off and it goes on and on..
over and up and outta this rut...
lookin out I get to view,..
so many roads I never knew.
Room to move an room to grow, freedom now for open
roads,
under open skies that no one knows,
oh too well it feels to breathe something that shouln't ever
cease,
put to beating once again....
When adventures became, so good a friend
Im off and on and over and up,
these honest eyes just can't pretend.
I fuel fire and I aint afriad to burn,
but building means much more
than something in return.
I leave my life an open book,
cuz theres so much there to read.
Im on and on and over and up,
have another one fill my cup..
Here to conquer but really to see,
wanna take in whats in front of me,
cant get enough, and I keep on,
but now its comin back in smilin throws,
and I wink at freedom and step onto open roads.
Guess Im off and on and over and up,
another corner in the dust..
some muddy footprints left behind
for the ones with too much time to find
never stopping always goin,
its nice to change direction
and finally see the sun..
Im off and it goes on and on..
over and up and outta this rut...
lookin out I get to view,..
so many roads I never knew.
"I'm goin somewhere"
Got an open highway and a lot of night.
Stale pouch of tobacco, and slightly out of mind,
An engine that’s dyin, and I can’t stop cryin…
Somewhere back there I lost my sight.
Ive been filled with inspiration,
Gut rot mud coffee, got my pen and my car,
Not enough fuel and no set destination.
May have gotten lost somewhere back there.
Head on home, but there aint one to head to,
No ones seen what I just drove through.
And somewhere on that long ass road,
I turned so wrong I ended right.
Im goin,………… I’m goin somewhere,
When I get there I hope I know,
Anywhere’s the only place I have to go.
Leap before I look, and I talk before I think,
But I got no choice, it spills on out,
Guess Im gonna pour some ink…
So Im going..somewhere.
**This was written recently thinkin back, and hearin that
old cliche phrase everything happens for a reason. In the
past I found myself in a few somewhat helpless situations.
I was driving back to Seattle to nothing but a fresh start...I
learned, I grew...I'm still growing. I'm never gonna give up,
on anything I believe in...I'll always get somewhere as
long as I believe in me. I'm grateful for the knowledge I've
gained, and I wouldn't have it any different.**
Got an open highway and a lot of night.
Stale pouch of tobacco, and slightly out of mind,
An engine that’s dyin, and I can’t stop cryin…
Somewhere back there I lost my sight.
Ive been filled with inspiration,
Gut rot mud coffee, got my pen and my car,
Not enough fuel and no set destination.
May have gotten lost somewhere back there.
Head on home, but there aint one to head to,
No ones seen what I just drove through.
And somewhere on that long ass road,
I turned so wrong I ended right.
Im goin,………… I’m goin somewhere,
When I get there I hope I know,
Anywhere’s the only place I have to go.
Leap before I look, and I talk before I think,
But I got no choice, it spills on out,
Guess Im gonna pour some ink…
So Im going..somewhere.
**This was written recently thinkin back, and hearin that
old cliche phrase everything happens for a reason. In the
past I found myself in a few somewhat helpless situations.
I was driving back to Seattle to nothing but a fresh start...I
learned, I grew...I'm still growing. I'm never gonna give up,
on anything I believe in...I'll always get somewhere as
long as I believe in me. I'm grateful for the knowledge I've
gained, and I wouldn't have it any different.**
Tired
These walkin feet are wary,
could lay this head down anywhere....
Lord knows these eyes have cried some life..
in pain, in losing games that should never have been
played..
Denial of wants but the granting of needs..
Live on little, a big loud mouth to feed...
Getting sicker by the minute, slicker by the second,
Can there be some time to think outside this lesson box?
When this year long day is through,..
It might be good to rest...
No climbing toxins rampant, no absent state of mind..in fact...
becoming more void of illusions with every little glimpse.
The little things that come this way,...like angels, morals..
could you go away?
Walkin feet get wary..
but I could close my eyes now anytime...
just a nap, for this cat,..been runnin years off ledges,
and still landin on all feet.
I'd like these feet to walk on home...and take a break,
before we gotta walk again.
These walkin feet are wary,
could lay this head down anywhere....
Lord knows these eyes have cried some life..
in pain, in losing games that should never have been
played..
Denial of wants but the granting of needs..
Live on little, a big loud mouth to feed...
Getting sicker by the minute, slicker by the second,
Can there be some time to think outside this lesson box?
When this year long day is through,..
It might be good to rest...
No climbing toxins rampant, no absent state of mind..in fact...
becoming more void of illusions with every little glimpse.
The little things that come this way,...like angels, morals..
could you go away?
Walkin feet get wary..
but I could close my eyes now anytime...
just a nap, for this cat,..been runnin years off ledges,
and still landin on all feet.
I'd like these feet to walk on home...and take a break,
before we gotta walk again.
DimStreets
Its a city that will show you dark inspiration,
a place that shows an artist their necessary starvation...
sound out the right beats...to footsteps...progression...
on into edge and softens out under humid skies.
Many souls have crossed these roads
masses of bodies....figures of fiction and legends of jazz,
many nights with Bourbon on Bourbon,
stumbles, songs, stabbing melodies...
more than less nameless washed away.
Water lines, moldy walls, above ground tombs,
Still standing as looming shadows in forms someone once
called home..
Gutless and empty,
Radiating rot and neglect like a scent of their jaded
pesonalities.
Ripping eyes open to visions of what real can be
and how misery is beauty...in the form of a muse....
Sadness drives us forward., but is only kind when tenacity
and drive,
dreams and desires, passion for growth..........
make it temporary.
When the music stops and the motion ceases...the air falls
stale.
Its a city that will show you dark inspiration,
a place that shows an artist their necessary starvation...
sound out the right beats...to footsteps...progression...
on into edge and softens out under humid skies.
Many souls have crossed these roads
masses of bodies....figures of fiction and legends of jazz,
many nights with Bourbon on Bourbon,
stumbles, songs, stabbing melodies...
more than less nameless washed away.
Water lines, moldy walls, above ground tombs,
Still standing as looming shadows in forms someone once
called home..
Gutless and empty,
Radiating rot and neglect like a scent of their jaded
pesonalities.
Ripping eyes open to visions of what real can be
and how misery is beauty...in the form of a muse....
Sadness drives us forward., but is only kind when tenacity
and drive,
dreams and desires, passion for growth..........
make it temporary.
When the music stops and the motion ceases...the air falls
stale.
In faded glory
The spotlight felt much larger,
years ago when you basked in its light,
now withered hands cling longingliy,
to memories in the past...
faded photographs,..and letters that no longer bear meaning.
And in your backwards facing fading glory,
you forgot the veiw in front of you.
People of present pay the price,
in honor of your failures,
for not being the dreams that you fabricated in those times.
You were a simple selfish seeker,
about your stories of glories,
and the things you would own,
but you had it all, you let it fall,
and now it rots with everything else you've grown.
Its a sad song thats sung,
for well over battles that never were won,
most of all to pride,
what you are deep down inside,
just wanting some relish, in musky moldy murderous fame.
And now with withered hands,
you hold so close the thought you should live on,
had a good deed, can't see what went wrong,
but with blurry eyes clouded with self you failed to view,
any future in front of you.
Now times aren't kind, on your health or your soul,
and seeping in is knowledge,
that years have grown old.....
you can't be a hero, heros never die, you still realize
In fading glory you should have changed a life.
The spotlight felt much larger,
years ago when you basked in its light,
now withered hands cling longingliy,
to memories in the past...
faded photographs,..and letters that no longer bear meaning.
And in your backwards facing fading glory,
you forgot the veiw in front of you.
People of present pay the price,
in honor of your failures,
for not being the dreams that you fabricated in those times.
You were a simple selfish seeker,
about your stories of glories,
and the things you would own,
but you had it all, you let it fall,
and now it rots with everything else you've grown.
Its a sad song thats sung,
for well over battles that never were won,
most of all to pride,
what you are deep down inside,
just wanting some relish, in musky moldy murderous fame.
And now with withered hands,
you hold so close the thought you should live on,
had a good deed, can't see what went wrong,
but with blurry eyes clouded with self you failed to view,
any future in front of you.
Now times aren't kind, on your health or your soul,
and seeping in is knowledge,
that years have grown old.....
you can't be a hero, heros never die, you still realize
In fading glory you should have changed a life.
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Teach me how NOT to be
You gave me knowledge,
grateful for that I'll forever be,
still wish I could rip off your eyelids,
and aid you to see,
the thing you really are.
You'll always show me things,
teach me the way not to be,
a shell of a being,
empty talent in a heartless soul,
lonely and cold, till you wither with old,
and your joints no longer function,
forced to deal with lifes reprocussions.
I will always have some drive from you,
learning exaclty what NOT to do.
So shut off in your own misery,
that you dwell till the bottles empty,
falling asllep with demons on tail,
running through your own personal hell.
I don't wish harm for you,
just the realization of the things you are,
If I were you,and I saw myself
thered be plenty of pain in that for me.
Like a creature of habitual slime,
you lurk in darkness, and lie through time.
I have no guilt for my happiness,
a little pity, as sometimes I see-
whats become of you, and what I've made of me.
I wouldn't change a thing.
no falling asleep with demons on tail,
I face my battles in my personal hell.
I rarely think about you,
except when I'm remembering,
how I never wanna be:
an empty shell, running through hell,
from all the demons on my tail,
cold and alone, and chilled to the bone,
shut off in miserys company,
empty the bottle, hand on the throttle,
falling asleep alone again,
wishing this shit would simply end.
So yes, Ill always have some drive from you,
knowing exactly what NOT to do,
looking into the face self hate,
standing in the doorway by the devils gate,
you'll see yourself and you'll have to flee..
if I were you, my reflection would be punishment enough for me.
You gave me knowledge,
grateful for that I'll forever be,
still wish I could rip off your eyelids,
and aid you to see,
the thing you really are.
You'll always show me things,
teach me the way not to be,
a shell of a being,
empty talent in a heartless soul,
lonely and cold, till you wither with old,
and your joints no longer function,
forced to deal with lifes reprocussions.
I will always have some drive from you,
learning exaclty what NOT to do.
So shut off in your own misery,
that you dwell till the bottles empty,
falling asllep with demons on tail,
running through your own personal hell.
I don't wish harm for you,
just the realization of the things you are,
If I were you,and I saw myself
thered be plenty of pain in that for me.
Like a creature of habitual slime,
you lurk in darkness, and lie through time.
I have no guilt for my happiness,
a little pity, as sometimes I see-
whats become of you, and what I've made of me.
I wouldn't change a thing.
no falling asleep with demons on tail,
I face my battles in my personal hell.
I rarely think about you,
except when I'm remembering,
how I never wanna be:
an empty shell, running through hell,
from all the demons on my tail,
cold and alone, and chilled to the bone,
shut off in miserys company,
empty the bottle, hand on the throttle,
falling asleep alone again,
wishing this shit would simply end.
So yes, Ill always have some drive from you,
knowing exactly what NOT to do,
looking into the face self hate,
standing in the doorway by the devils gate,
you'll see yourself and you'll have to flee..
if I were you, my reflection would be punishment enough for me.
I Fell, in a perfect way.
It might be the look in his eyes,
When I’m something he wants…
kinda crude, lots of attitude,
gonna laugh all over you
And I want -what hes got- to gimme,
in a big bad way.
Said, I got no blinders from the glass,
He turned his back,..
Nervous, fumble kinda stumbled,
Lets go back and forth.
I had my eye on him,
Got a thing for talent,
Lots of wit, we started to spit..
And I was snagged right from the start.
I wanted-what he had-to gimme
In a big bad way.
Not one for loosin, or playin at all,
Time flies too fast, gonna have a blast,
He tossed truth right back, lackin all tact,
It might be the look in his eyes,
Fuck Im gonna keep this guy…
Want what hes got-don’t wanna give it up-
I’m an old soul, he is rock and roll,
we share the blues,
laugh so loud you can’t turn us down,
don’t feel the need to battle, forgot how to wear a frown.
He likes what I got-to give him-in a big bad way.
And when I feel those lips,or him touch these hips..
My kness sorta buckle, fumble, kinda stumble,
knocks me off my feet
So independent, lacks resentment,…
can be me -myself just how I am..
Hes firey that fella of mine.., gonna keep what he gives me…
in a big bad way.
It might be the look in his eyes,
When I’m something he wants…
kinda crude, lots of attitude,
gonna laugh all over you
And I want -what hes got- to gimme,
in a big bad way.
Said, I got no blinders from the glass,
He turned his back,..
Nervous, fumble kinda stumbled,
Lets go back and forth.
I had my eye on him,
Got a thing for talent,
Lots of wit, we started to spit..
And I was snagged right from the start.
I wanted-what he had-to gimme
In a big bad way.
Not one for loosin, or playin at all,
Time flies too fast, gonna have a blast,
He tossed truth right back, lackin all tact,
It might be the look in his eyes,
Fuck Im gonna keep this guy…
Want what hes got-don’t wanna give it up-
I’m an old soul, he is rock and roll,
we share the blues,
laugh so loud you can’t turn us down,
don’t feel the need to battle, forgot how to wear a frown.
He likes what I got-to give him-in a big bad way.
And when I feel those lips,or him touch these hips..
My kness sorta buckle, fumble, kinda stumble,
knocks me off my feet
So independent, lacks resentment,…
can be me -myself just how I am..
Hes firey that fella of mine.., gonna keep what he gives me…
in a big bad way.
Papas song
Nothins changed since I was small,
I have a hero and a friend.
Lessons I was taught, through my own scars
that life is long,and I will be strong.
Mamma gave me roots, and my father gave me wings.
And Papa sang me heart songs,
from the time that I arrived,
Two gave me tools of creation-
so I could really be alive.
fly grounded sweet bird-
Papa showed me knowledge
I never would have heard.
Let his little one, out on her own,
knowing visions of roads ahead,
knew I had walk em alone.
Spread these wings and said goodbye,
come back a little grown,
and Papa played me heart songs,
from the time that I arrived.
Two gave me tools of creation-
so I could really be alive.
sing strong sweet bird-
and maybe you can sing along.
Twenty three, life in front of me,
still have a hero and a friend.
still learning every day, a kinder way
and creating till each day ends..
Mama gave me roots, and my father gave me wings.
And Papa shows me heart songs,
and how to be alive,
teaching me tools of creation...
so my hearts knows to survive.
says sing strong sweet bird,
and keep singing lifes songs.
~My Papa is a huge inspiration to me. My brothers and
sisters all share the same sentiment. He is a creator in all
forms, and a phenomenal musician and writer. He's been
there understanding through all of our lives,still is, and
he's one of the funniest people in the world. heres his site
if you wanna check out some tunes or see where I get a
lot that is me.~
Nothins changed since I was small,
I have a hero and a friend.
Lessons I was taught, through my own scars
that life is long,and I will be strong.
Mamma gave me roots, and my father gave me wings.
And Papa sang me heart songs,
from the time that I arrived,
Two gave me tools of creation-
so I could really be alive.
fly grounded sweet bird-
Papa showed me knowledge
I never would have heard.
Let his little one, out on her own,
knowing visions of roads ahead,
knew I had walk em alone.
Spread these wings and said goodbye,
come back a little grown,
and Papa played me heart songs,
from the time that I arrived.
Two gave me tools of creation-
so I could really be alive.
sing strong sweet bird-
and maybe you can sing along.
Twenty three, life in front of me,
still have a hero and a friend.
still learning every day, a kinder way
and creating till each day ends..
Mama gave me roots, and my father gave me wings.
And Papa shows me heart songs,
and how to be alive,
teaching me tools of creation...
so my hearts knows to survive.
says sing strong sweet bird,
and keep singing lifes songs.
~My Papa is a huge inspiration to me. My brothers and
sisters all share the same sentiment. He is a creator in all
forms, and a phenomenal musician and writer. He's been
there understanding through all of our lives,still is, and
he's one of the funniest people in the world. heres his site
if you wanna check out some tunes or see where I get a
lot that is me.~
The life I get to live
I started out real strong,
couldn't tell me I was wrong,
the hardships over early on,
so I could live a little wise,
yesterdays prepare us for today.
the only way to go, is your own.
Sixteen,Seventeen,hellteen,
full of spite,ready to fight,
anyone that'd turn my way,
Look up-better look back down,
or ther'd be hell to pay.
Done with sour dreams,
now I've seen too many things,
to keep a flighty look,
I've played the bait,
and played the hook,
found everytime a release.
Believe that yesterdays,
show us a glimpse,
of how today don't have to be.
Heard a lot, been hurt a lot,
learned who it is thats me.
The hardships over early on
so I could live a little wise.
Now I see the roads ahead,
that sometimes there's no compromise,
gonna walk my way, through uneven ground,
till Im standing top and lookin down.
the life I have to live, is my own.
the only way I gotta make is mine,
I'll win again, know that I'll be fine,
say that i draw negative,
I'll flip your view in front of you,
till you see where I come from.
the only view to have, is your own.
Don't wanna do no harm..done enough,
lifes takin me places,
shown me faces, of people that are tough,
and that I'm not so much, when I lose touch,
with the things that make you wise,
I'm learnin fast, gonna grasp..
gotta know the way to compromise,
gonna find my path,over uneven ground,
till Im standin top and lookin down.
Only life I live, is my own
Beleive that todays,
are helping us tomorrow,
how this good may still be here,
And I deserve to have it near
what I am am, got much more to give,
far past taking, just gonna live.
The hardships over early on
so I could live a little wise.
Now I see the day ahead,
that I dont have to compromise,
gonna walk my way, over solid ground,
till Im standing top and lookin down.
the life I get to live, is my own.
I started out real strong,
couldn't tell me I was wrong,
the hardships over early on,
so I could live a little wise,
yesterdays prepare us for today.
the only way to go, is your own.
Sixteen,Seventeen,hellteen,
full of spite,ready to fight,
anyone that'd turn my way,
Look up-better look back down,
or ther'd be hell to pay.
Done with sour dreams,
now I've seen too many things,
to keep a flighty look,
I've played the bait,
and played the hook,
found everytime a release.
Believe that yesterdays,
show us a glimpse,
of how today don't have to be.
Heard a lot, been hurt a lot,
learned who it is thats me.
The hardships over early on
so I could live a little wise.
Now I see the roads ahead,
that sometimes there's no compromise,
gonna walk my way, through uneven ground,
till Im standing top and lookin down.
the life I have to live, is my own.
the only way I gotta make is mine,
I'll win again, know that I'll be fine,
say that i draw negative,
I'll flip your view in front of you,
till you see where I come from.
the only view to have, is your own.
Don't wanna do no harm..done enough,
lifes takin me places,
shown me faces, of people that are tough,
and that I'm not so much, when I lose touch,
with the things that make you wise,
I'm learnin fast, gonna grasp..
gotta know the way to compromise,
gonna find my path,over uneven ground,
till Im standin top and lookin down.
Only life I live, is my own
Beleive that todays,
are helping us tomorrow,
how this good may still be here,
And I deserve to have it near
what I am am, got much more to give,
far past taking, just gonna live.
The hardships over early on
so I could live a little wise.
Now I see the day ahead,
that I dont have to compromise,
gonna walk my way, over solid ground,
till Im standing top and lookin down.
the life I get to live, is my own.
Call me a positive realist
I lost count, of the amount
of smiles I see in a day,
Kinda like it that way.
Too many people walkin round...
spreading their dark cloud,
getting kinda tired of the rainy weather.
The glass is rarely half,
its high or low
it ain’t that Im deceived,
just feel that happiness,
is a welcome reprieve.
I lost track, of gentile tact,
when I realized it don’t matter.
Not how you say or what you say,
rather like it that way.
too many people walkin round,
spreading their self doubt
getting kinda tired of all the cold around.
The days are rarely dim,
light or dark,
I'll make a mark,
it ain't that Im deceived,
Thinking’ some great things
were meant for me.
Can't keep up, with all the fuss,
can't cheat my way through the day
kinda like it that way.
Too many people dazed around,
lacking knowledge from what I’ve found..
Waking up from all the tired pouring down.
I lost count, the amount,
of smiles I gave today.
Kinda like it that way..
too little light in winter days,
to let it all just fade away...
it ain't that I’m deceived,
just feel the warmth
is a welcome reprieve.
I lost count, lost track, can't keep up,
too many people don't know not from enough,
If I’m gonna be here, gonna have some fun,
tired of the storms,
and I’m ready for some sun.
I lost count, of the amount
of smiles I see in a day,
Kinda like it that way.
Too many people walkin round...
spreading their dark cloud,
getting kinda tired of the rainy weather.
The glass is rarely half,
its high or low
it ain’t that Im deceived,
just feel that happiness,
is a welcome reprieve.
I lost track, of gentile tact,
when I realized it don’t matter.
Not how you say or what you say,
rather like it that way.
too many people walkin round,
spreading their self doubt
getting kinda tired of all the cold around.
The days are rarely dim,
light or dark,
I'll make a mark,
it ain't that Im deceived,
Thinking’ some great things
were meant for me.
Can't keep up, with all the fuss,
can't cheat my way through the day
kinda like it that way.
Too many people dazed around,
lacking knowledge from what I’ve found..
Waking up from all the tired pouring down.
I lost count, the amount,
of smiles I gave today.
Kinda like it that way..
too little light in winter days,
to let it all just fade away...
it ain't that I’m deceived,
just feel the warmth
is a welcome reprieve.
I lost count, lost track, can't keep up,
too many people don't know not from enough,
If I’m gonna be here, gonna have some fun,
tired of the storms,
and I’m ready for some sun.
Backin up a bit
Please, don’t let your heart get hurt,
if I back a way a little,
Survival of the fittest,
Survival of the wittiest,
Im just looking out for me,
And I’m feeling slightly deep,
Like I may have stepped,
just a bit too far,
Into this love I have for you,
So please don’t let your heart hurt,..
If I step back just a little,
I think I might care just a little much,
Just a little too affected by your touch,
Survival, and I don’t want to get broken,
I jumped with two feet in,
I might pull one back up,
Cuz I don’t wanna stifle you,
I think I might be too much.
I’ll try to care a little less,
Just cause us both less stress,
But please don’t let your heart hurt,
If I quit giving all of me,
It aint that I don’t feel,
Feelings to me are very real,
Too strong to always grab,
I feel pain in the deepest stabs,
Just wanna keep it level,
Even energy,
I think I may have fell too deep.
Like I may have stepped too far,
Into this love I have for you,
So please dont let your heart hurt,
If I back away a little,
The amount you own this beat,
That races hard when you get near,
Gives you governing on how I feel,
Im just gonna back away a little..
I care too much I fear.
Please, don’t let your heart get hurt,
if I back a way a little,
Survival of the fittest,
Survival of the wittiest,
Im just looking out for me,
And I’m feeling slightly deep,
Like I may have stepped,
just a bit too far,
Into this love I have for you,
So please don’t let your heart hurt,..
If I step back just a little,
I think I might care just a little much,
Just a little too affected by your touch,
Survival, and I don’t want to get broken,
I jumped with two feet in,
I might pull one back up,
Cuz I don’t wanna stifle you,
I think I might be too much.
I’ll try to care a little less,
Just cause us both less stress,
But please don’t let your heart hurt,
If I quit giving all of me,
It aint that I don’t feel,
Feelings to me are very real,
Too strong to always grab,
I feel pain in the deepest stabs,
Just wanna keep it level,
Even energy,
I think I may have fell too deep.
Like I may have stepped too far,
Into this love I have for you,
So please dont let your heart hurt,
If I back away a little,
The amount you own this beat,
That races hard when you get near,
Gives you governing on how I feel,
Im just gonna back away a little..
I care too much I fear.
Its as simple as a riddle
Somethin as quiet as a pen and a paper,
As loud as chaos..
As perfect as poetry,
With the sound of rain..
A constant beat, over ever changing tides,
The swallowing of pride.
These are our times, because they’re what we
find,
You don’t reach success with failure in mind.
Its as simple as a riddle
with the answer as the question.
Try try try, to make it through again,
So much work cuz it can’t end,
Who knew there could be a lover and a friend,
Who coulda guessed
it could come effortless?
These are our days because theyre what we’
ve found,
You don’t reach the top,
By lookin at the ground.
Its as simple as a riddle
With the answer as the question.
Something as small as a word, or a letter or
five,
As large as life,
As predictable as a pattern
From random’s view,
A constant beat in a tragic heart,
the production of some art.
These are our times, theyre what life brings,
You can’t learn to fly,
By cutting off your wings,
Its as simple as a riddle
With the answer as the question.
Seductive, and strong…
Tough and touching, tempting and talented..
Everything exciting,
Violently inviting,
Entirely enticing,…
These are our times, because theyre what we
feel,
You can’t learn to live,
By ignoring whats real…
Its as simple as a riddle
with the answer as the question,..
hehehe
Somethin as quiet as a pen and a paper,
As loud as chaos..
As perfect as poetry,
With the sound of rain..
A constant beat, over ever changing tides,
The swallowing of pride.
These are our times, because they’re what we
find,
You don’t reach success with failure in mind.
Its as simple as a riddle
with the answer as the question.
Try try try, to make it through again,
So much work cuz it can’t end,
Who knew there could be a lover and a friend,
Who coulda guessed
it could come effortless?
These are our days because theyre what we’
ve found,
You don’t reach the top,
By lookin at the ground.
Its as simple as a riddle
With the answer as the question.
Something as small as a word, or a letter or
five,
As large as life,
As predictable as a pattern
From random’s view,
A constant beat in a tragic heart,
the production of some art.
These are our times, theyre what life brings,
You can’t learn to fly,
By cutting off your wings,
Its as simple as a riddle
With the answer as the question.
Seductive, and strong…
Tough and touching, tempting and talented..
Everything exciting,
Violently inviting,
Entirely enticing,…
These are our times, because theyre what we
feel,
You can’t learn to live,
By ignoring whats real…
Its as simple as a riddle
with the answer as the question,..
hehehe
She was
She was a tiny town gal,
with a fist full of pride,
standing five foot four & much wider stride,
and you couldn’t break her if you tried.
Spiked up hair and attitude,
full of acid but rarely rude..
She had a dream in big black boots,
she was gonna kick right through its teeth.
No one could stop this little one..
So they stepped away and let her run.
She was a lady of luck, the bad kind,
Painting order out of chaos,
and turning it around,
standing full headstrong and trouble bound,
full of fire and filled with fight.
Stepped out of shadows,,and into light
with a mind full of know,
standing like an artist with one more to show,
She was constant, growing, and on the go.
Backpack like a gypsy, and tattoos tell tales,
of places and people that will never fail,
built by character, and toughed by cold,
like a wine that gets better as it grows old.
She had a dream in big black boots,
and she kicked right though to overcome,
never missing the total sum,
She was a tiny town gal,
with a fist full of pride,
standing five foot four & much wider stride,
and you couldn’t break her if you tried.
She was a tiny town gal,
with a fist full of pride,
standing five foot four & much wider stride,
and you couldn’t break her if you tried.
Spiked up hair and attitude,
full of acid but rarely rude..
She had a dream in big black boots,
she was gonna kick right through its teeth.
No one could stop this little one..
So they stepped away and let her run.
She was a lady of luck, the bad kind,
Painting order out of chaos,
and turning it around,
standing full headstrong and trouble bound,
full of fire and filled with fight.
Stepped out of shadows,,and into light
with a mind full of know,
standing like an artist with one more to show,
She was constant, growing, and on the go.
Backpack like a gypsy, and tattoos tell tales,
of places and people that will never fail,
built by character, and toughed by cold,
like a wine that gets better as it grows old.
She had a dream in big black boots,
and she kicked right though to overcome,
never missing the total sum,
She was a tiny town gal,
with a fist full of pride,
standing five foot four & much wider stride,
and you couldn’t break her if you tried.
For the thief
I bust my ass for the things I’ve got,
which ain’t a lot but its all I have,
you take what’s mine, you’ll see in time,
I’m gonna break your body down.
You wanna try to get one up?
I’ll knock you down,
Split your crown,
gonna wish you didn’t cross this one,
I don’t roll over,
and you ain’t gonna win this one
Wanna violate my sacred ground,
go ahead I’m blood spill bound.
Karma comes but I hit faster,
my fists fuck your face and make a disaster,
try to hurt what’s mine, you’ll see in time,
I don’t fuck around,
I’ll break your body down.
You think you got one up?
Better hope that I don’t find you,
or hell is what you’ll go through.
I’ll knock you down,,
split your crown,
gonna wish you didn’t cross this one…
I don’t roll over,
and you ain’t gonna win this one
You wanna violate my sacred ground?
Go ahead,..I’m blood spill bound.
And I don’t have a fuckin dime,
but what I got is all damn mine,
Don’t cross a river that’s about to flood,
fuck with my home and I’ll spill your blood..
Take whats mine, that’d be fine,…
I’ll just break your body down..
You aint gonna get one up,..
I’ve paid my dues with what I’ve been through,
I don’t owe karma shit,
if anything its got an I owe you,
had god damn enough of it,…
Try to take what I’ve earned,
be the hardest lesson you ever learned,
hurt whats mine, you’ll see in time…
I’ll knock you down,
split your crown,
Break your fuckin body down,
gonna wish you didn’t cross this one,
I don’t roll over,
you aint gonna win this one,
won’t start a fight but I’ll finish it,
you wanna violate my sacred ground?
Go ahead I’m blood spill bound.
I bust my ass for the things I’ve got,
which ain’t a lot but its all I have,
you take what’s mine, you’ll see in time,
I’m gonna break your body down.
You wanna try to get one up?
I’ll knock you down,
Split your crown,
gonna wish you didn’t cross this one,
I don’t roll over,
and you ain’t gonna win this one
Wanna violate my sacred ground,
go ahead I’m blood spill bound.
Karma comes but I hit faster,
my fists fuck your face and make a disaster,
try to hurt what’s mine, you’ll see in time,
I don’t fuck around,
I’ll break your body down.
You think you got one up?
Better hope that I don’t find you,
or hell is what you’ll go through.
I’ll knock you down,,
split your crown,
gonna wish you didn’t cross this one…
I don’t roll over,
and you ain’t gonna win this one
You wanna violate my sacred ground?
Go ahead,..I’m blood spill bound.
And I don’t have a fuckin dime,
but what I got is all damn mine,
Don’t cross a river that’s about to flood,
fuck with my home and I’ll spill your blood..
Take whats mine, that’d be fine,…
I’ll just break your body down..
You aint gonna get one up,..
I’ve paid my dues with what I’ve been through,
I don’t owe karma shit,
if anything its got an I owe you,
had god damn enough of it,…
Try to take what I’ve earned,
be the hardest lesson you ever learned,
hurt whats mine, you’ll see in time…
I’ll knock you down,
split your crown,
Break your fuckin body down,
gonna wish you didn’t cross this one,
I don’t roll over,
you aint gonna win this one,
won’t start a fight but I’ll finish it,
you wanna violate my sacred ground?
Go ahead I’m blood spill bound.
I fall
Seems like every time I get ahead,
I fall behind,
Never time to just unwind,
Budget, bills, no balance,
And I fall and fall and fall again.
And I get one up,
I get knocked down,
Land not knowing,
how again my ass is on the ground.
I pave my way for it to get torn apart,,
I pay it forward to end at the start.
Seems like every time I open,
Im slammed shut,
stuck in a life long rut,
lies, and theives no balance,
and I fall and fall and fall again.
And all the time I lent,
never equals money spent,
I get caught up
I fall back behind,
never time to just unwind,
all, chaos, consumtion, no balance,
And I fall and fall and fall and fall
I fall and fall again.
And I get one up,
I get knocked down,
Land not knowing,
how again my ass is on the ground.
I pave my way for it to get torn apart,,
I pay it forward to end back at the start.
Seems like every time its looking good,
storm clouds come like I knew they would,
change the outlook and rewrite the book,
Get the same damn ending every time.
And I fall back behind,
never time to just unwind
all everything except balance,
and I fall and fall and fall again.
And I get one up,
I get knocked down,
I climb the wall,
to slip and fall,
walking in quicksand,
with nobodys hand,
every progression,
Is another regression
I pave my way for it to get torn apart,,
I pay it forward to end back at the start.
Seems like every time I get ahead,
I fall behind,
Never time to just unwind,
Budget, bills, no balance,
And I fall and fall and fall again.
And I get one up,
I get knocked down,
Land not knowing,
how again my ass is on the ground.
I pave my way for it to get torn apart,,
I pay it forward to end at the start.
Seems like every time I open,
Im slammed shut,
stuck in a life long rut,
lies, and theives no balance,
and I fall and fall and fall again.
And all the time I lent,
never equals money spent,
I get caught up
I fall back behind,
never time to just unwind,
all, chaos, consumtion, no balance,
And I fall and fall and fall and fall
I fall and fall again.
And I get one up,
I get knocked down,
Land not knowing,
how again my ass is on the ground.
I pave my way for it to get torn apart,,
I pay it forward to end back at the start.
Seems like every time its looking good,
storm clouds come like I knew they would,
change the outlook and rewrite the book,
Get the same damn ending every time.
And I fall back behind,
never time to just unwind
all everything except balance,
and I fall and fall and fall again.
And I get one up,
I get knocked down,
I climb the wall,
to slip and fall,
walking in quicksand,
with nobodys hand,
every progression,
Is another regression
I pave my way for it to get torn apart,,
I pay it forward to end back at the start.
the one one
Longtime crush, and a little nervous,
Late at night, and liquid courage,
do I wanna get a drink sometime?
I don’t drink, but I like to think,
and I love the way
you’re outta line.
Fella, you’re the one.
Said you ain’t one to get serious,
But with me ya think ya could…
I think We both knew it would..
From the swagger you got,..
To me that ya caught,..
You’ve been the one since day one,
The number one one.
Special is as special does,
and no one does me better than you.
Baby, you’re the one, one..
The number one one.
Bet your ass I’m keeping you around,.
Sweetness I ain’t gonna let you down..
Cuz you’re the one.
time goes by, as sparks still fly,
late at night, I feel alright,
get some time, to just unwind,
I think the balance here should be revered,
Damn lucky two, me n you,
don’t think I’ll get sick of,
don’t know if I’ll be done,
fella you’re the one.
Special is as special does,
and no one does me better than you.
Baby, you’re the one, one..
The number one one.
Bet your ass I’m keeping you around,.
Sweetness I ain’t gonna let you down..
Cuz you’re the one.
Baby, you’re the one, one..
The number one one
The only one
Longtime crush, and a little nervous,
Late at night, and liquid courage,
do I wanna get a drink sometime?
I don’t drink, but I like to think,
and I love the way
you’re outta line.
Fella, you’re the one.
Said you ain’t one to get serious,
But with me ya think ya could…
I think We both knew it would..
From the swagger you got,..
To me that ya caught,..
You’ve been the one since day one,
The number one one.
Special is as special does,
and no one does me better than you.
Baby, you’re the one, one..
The number one one.
Bet your ass I’m keeping you around,.
Sweetness I ain’t gonna let you down..
Cuz you’re the one.
time goes by, as sparks still fly,
late at night, I feel alright,
get some time, to just unwind,
I think the balance here should be revered,
Damn lucky two, me n you,
don’t think I’ll get sick of,
don’t know if I’ll be done,
fella you’re the one.
Special is as special does,
and no one does me better than you.
Baby, you’re the one, one..
The number one one.
Bet your ass I’m keeping you around,.
Sweetness I ain’t gonna let you down..
Cuz you’re the one.
Baby, you’re the one, one..
The number one one
The only one
walkin profanity
Mmmm…I can breathe,
I can take it in and just be me,
Gonna hit it, kick my feet up,
I’ve never met relaxation,
God damn he feels so good.
Just a spittin spit fire,
I can dish it out and never tire,
Stand taller than I am,
Step on you and make you a fan,
God damn it feels so good.
Its balance, its insanity,..
Its fast paced and raw,
Full of vanity,
I’m a walkin profanity…
God damn it feels so good.
They look at me can’t understand,
How I’d ever win a hand,
I’ve fought for every right,
And if I learned, never lost the fight.
And my knuckles could tell you tales,
But the softer side I never fail.
I’m shards of glass,
Could kick some ass,
But Im in love with love
Just the same,
Im not a player in any game,
No time to waste,
On having bad taste,
I know whats good,
I know whats right,
I know when I don’t have to fight,
Im not a silly girl,
But I can still brighten up a world.
They’ve always tried to change me,
Refuse to see, Im who I wanna be
Happy with my walk,
Happy with my talk,
I met the one that loves it,
So you can take your dress
And fuckin shove it.
Gonna hit it, kick my feet up,
I’ve never met relaxation,
Baby you feel so good.
All your balance and insanities,..
fast paced and raw,
Full of vanity,
We’re walkin profanities…
Mmmmm damn it feels so good.
Mmmm…I can breathe,
I can take it in and just be me,
Gonna hit it, kick my feet up,
I’ve never met relaxation,
God damn he feels so good.
Just a spittin spit fire,
I can dish it out and never tire,
Stand taller than I am,
Step on you and make you a fan,
God damn it feels so good.
Its balance, its insanity,..
Its fast paced and raw,
Full of vanity,
I’m a walkin profanity…
God damn it feels so good.
They look at me can’t understand,
How I’d ever win a hand,
I’ve fought for every right,
And if I learned, never lost the fight.
And my knuckles could tell you tales,
But the softer side I never fail.
I’m shards of glass,
Could kick some ass,
But Im in love with love
Just the same,
Im not a player in any game,
No time to waste,
On having bad taste,
I know whats good,
I know whats right,
I know when I don’t have to fight,
Im not a silly girl,
But I can still brighten up a world.
They’ve always tried to change me,
Refuse to see, Im who I wanna be
Happy with my walk,
Happy with my talk,
I met the one that loves it,
So you can take your dress
And fuckin shove it.
Gonna hit it, kick my feet up,
I’ve never met relaxation,
Baby you feel so good.
All your balance and insanities,..
fast paced and raw,
Full of vanity,
We’re walkin profanities…
Mmmmm damn it feels so good.
We can break cages
We could make some changes,
We could break the cages,….
And I watch as warriors do,
Before a fight to death,
Feel the warmth in every breath,
Watch the steam rise,..watch destiny battle choice,
I was given voice.
Im fighting through a storm of inspiration,
Demolishing my obstacles,
Creating positive premonition
Marking as I go, so theres a way to find my home.
Through rays of color,
That endlessly shine,
I’ve come to make some changes,
I paint to break your cages…
I’ve come to open your mind.
Sweet princess of being,
Diversity a crown,
The differences just saves,
From the masses not seeing,
How beautiful it all can be.
Through seas of emotion
That endlessly grind,
Ive come to make some changes,
I sing to break your cages…
I’ve come to open your mind.
And I watch as mothers do,
Before their little one takes a step,
I can feel the distance in the depth,
Watch adult children fall, watch as the worlds heart dies,
I was given eyes.
Im fighting through a storm of inspiration,
Landing goals and reaching destinations,
Creating positive premonition
Leaving traces as I go,
So I can find my way back home.
Let me your ear and Ill make it clear,
You must open your eyes, you must open your mind,
Nothing qualifies you to be a judge,
And karma holds a biting grudge.
You may just find,
Through rays of color that endlessly shine.
You’ve been living blind,
I made some changes,
Broke your cages,
and you’ve opened your mind.
We could make some changes,
We could break the cages,….
And I watch as warriors do,
Before a fight to death,
Feel the warmth in every breath,
Watch the steam rise,..watch destiny battle choice,
I was given voice.
Im fighting through a storm of inspiration,
Demolishing my obstacles,
Creating positive premonition
Marking as I go, so theres a way to find my home.
Through rays of color,
That endlessly shine,
I’ve come to make some changes,
I paint to break your cages…
I’ve come to open your mind.
Sweet princess of being,
Diversity a crown,
The differences just saves,
From the masses not seeing,
How beautiful it all can be.
Through seas of emotion
That endlessly grind,
Ive come to make some changes,
I sing to break your cages…
I’ve come to open your mind.
And I watch as mothers do,
Before their little one takes a step,
I can feel the distance in the depth,
Watch adult children fall, watch as the worlds heart dies,
I was given eyes.
Im fighting through a storm of inspiration,
Landing goals and reaching destinations,
Creating positive premonition
Leaving traces as I go,
So I can find my way back home.
Let me your ear and Ill make it clear,
You must open your eyes, you must open your mind,
Nothing qualifies you to be a judge,
And karma holds a biting grudge.
You may just find,
Through rays of color that endlessly shine.
You’ve been living blind,
I made some changes,
Broke your cages,
and you’ve opened your mind.
Haunted
you're a ghost,
on a lonesome plain,
too much blood you spilled,
past the fields you raped in vain,
and now you're left with open,
watery eyes,...
and you watch your life go,
as your heart slowly dies.
There’s been a lot of faces,
faded now, all into likenesses of her,
and you'll never feel like that again,
all this pain, that just won't end,
and you're haunted.
You're haunted, you're a haunted man,
by the actions you took,
by writing too many rules into your book,
and you'll always be that haunted,
you're a ghost,
living in your past,
tied to a sinking mast,
in a sea of memories that bear her name.
and haunted you'll remain.
you're light went out,
some time ago,..been sitting in darkness,
too much loss from things you stole,
nothing but emptiness can make you whole,
now sinking eyes that see regret,
memories of her you'll never forget.
You're Haunted.
You're haunted, you're only a shell,
a representation of life’s reflection on hell,
and you'll always be that haunted,
you're a ghost,
living in your past,
tied to a sinking mast,
in a sea of memories that bear her name.
and haunted you'll remain.
Wandering now through intentional accidents,
soulless, seeping cold, feeling you're lost,
blood for blood you're paying you're cost,
if it were an eye for and eye,
you wouldn't have the privilege,
of watchin your own heart die.
You're a haunted, lifeless, shell
lost and cold in a home that’s hell,
dwell in darkness and drown your sorrows,
hoping you wont be haunted tomorrow,
but you close your eyes and you see hers,
tearing up you have no words,
this amount of regret piles so high,
its surpassed what’s real in your life,
chokin on blood you took in vain,
you're a ghost in a storm of a lonesome past,
tied to a sinkin mast,
in a see of images that bear her name,
haunted, haunted you'll remain.
you're a ghost,
on a lonesome plain,
too much blood you spilled,
past the fields you raped in vain,
and now you're left with open,
watery eyes,...
and you watch your life go,
as your heart slowly dies.
There’s been a lot of faces,
faded now, all into likenesses of her,
and you'll never feel like that again,
all this pain, that just won't end,
and you're haunted.
You're haunted, you're a haunted man,
by the actions you took,
by writing too many rules into your book,
and you'll always be that haunted,
you're a ghost,
living in your past,
tied to a sinking mast,
in a sea of memories that bear her name.
and haunted you'll remain.
you're light went out,
some time ago,..been sitting in darkness,
too much loss from things you stole,
nothing but emptiness can make you whole,
now sinking eyes that see regret,
memories of her you'll never forget.
You're Haunted.
You're haunted, you're only a shell,
a representation of life’s reflection on hell,
and you'll always be that haunted,
you're a ghost,
living in your past,
tied to a sinking mast,
in a sea of memories that bear her name.
and haunted you'll remain.
Wandering now through intentional accidents,
soulless, seeping cold, feeling you're lost,
blood for blood you're paying you're cost,
if it were an eye for and eye,
you wouldn't have the privilege,
of watchin your own heart die.
You're a haunted, lifeless, shell
lost and cold in a home that’s hell,
dwell in darkness and drown your sorrows,
hoping you wont be haunted tomorrow,
but you close your eyes and you see hers,
tearing up you have no words,
this amount of regret piles so high,
its surpassed what’s real in your life,
chokin on blood you took in vain,
you're a ghost in a storm of a lonesome past,
tied to a sinkin mast,
in a see of images that bear her name,
haunted, haunted you'll remain.