Unter blühenden Bäumen. im schönen weichen Moos. . lagen wir zwei in der Sonne. dein Kopf auf meinem Schoß.. Wir waren verliebt. bis unter die Haut. .
Überall im Leben. ging der Sonne ich entgegen. . ich lebte nur nach Lust und Laune. und war oft unverschämt.. Ich habe oft gelogen. . manches Mädchen auch betrogen.
A slumber did my spirit seal;. I had no human fears;. She seemed a thing that could not feel. The touch of earthly years.. . No motion has she now, no force;.
Sonnet of the witches. Sounds the kiss of death. The trinity of omnipotance-. -The triangle of blasphemy. . With the fourth thunder. The Pentateuch was closed.
Only my semen. Full moon it is. Only my semen. Solitary night it is. Only my semen. Full moon it is. Only my semen. Diabolical wind it is. . I summon the night.
I can be fragile. I can break in two. But I know I'll be. Swept up by you. And if I get frightened. You'll always be. A place of quiet. To calm me. . And if you feel my love.
On a hill far away stands a tall mighty tree. Where a boy and a girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing. I remember the pocketknife in hand. And her name in my heart.
Fresh page, new pen. Where do I begin?. Words fail, tears come. I need someone. To take the thoughts I almost think. And carry them to God for me. . Deep breath, exhale.
Sweetest days of childhood, playing in the deep woods. Stomping through the creek and feeling, oh, so much alive. We're camping in the forest, we join the cricket chorus.
Becky has a house on abundant life Boulevard. A good name, a good family, and butterflies in her yard. Becky loves Jesus and really wants to make Him proud.
Prayers went on but it never came down. Prayers went on but it never came down. Prayers went on but it never came down. . Prayers went on but it never came down.
He rode His wagon into town. A gaudy spectacle. And every gray November brought Him there. Always entertaining, prestidigitating. Pulling rabbits from thin air.
another city. bombed today. people like me. blown away. are we free. this price we pay. . and i cringe. these things i see. watching war. on tv. . The Faces.
I'm sitting here so still. my thoughts on only you. wishing you were here. time that's spent away. grows harder by the day. just a picture of you near.
Woke up, realized I had writing to do. Gotta get this song written down by two. Got some words that are floating right. Round in my head. I need to get them down on paper instead.
Oh Saturday was a special night. the x factor final was so tight. we ordered take away from the Prince of India. . we had onion bargies for the wife. and chicken korma with pilau rice.
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy. Lovin' the cowboy ways. Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes. I burned up my childhood days. . I learned all the rules of the modern-day drifter.
There was a man that lived in the hills all by himself. Chin whiskers' hangin' off his face in the tree there's a hangin' Bull Elk. The only friend he's got in this world is a big old Wild Cat.