Jasmine's Taste

Jasmine's taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreams. For what it's worth. Jasmine's taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreams. For what it's worth.

The Road To Financial Stability

watching cars. or will we be passed by. will anyone stop for us. be passed on. the day passes away. and we're alone. the moment cracks along the sidewalk.

I Will Be There

Holding rightly on to something you believe. It's getting harder when we practice to deceive. But you know when night falls. . I will be there. I will be there.

The Rhyme Scheme

I Don't Want To Be Around

I don't want to be around. When you come down. I don't want to be around. . You shine. You keen. You're nowhere in between. You rise. And phase. On dead-wood days.

Gone Again

He's gone again. Pulls me with him each time. I should ask him when he's home. . He's gone again. Pulls the blinds to hide the bars. He shows me when to bleed.

The Recluse

I wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know.. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.. The room is littered with her books and notebooks.. I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me,'.

Everybody Wants To Rule The World

Welcome to your life. There's no turning back. Even while we sleep. We will find you. . Acting on your best behavior. Turn your back on Mother Nature.

The Radiator Hums

Dinner's getting cold. You haven't touched a thing. So what's it gonna be?. I can hold out much longer than you. . When it's steady, I'm just acting out my roles.

Come The Revolution

We've got to tell the government. That freedom is God sent. . Where's the inspiration. Living like we do. Can't tell the devils from the angels. Faithless believers all over town.

The Night I Lost The Will To Fight

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame. That once burned within these fists where defeat remains. . The night has fallen down the staircase.... . I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame.

Calling Out

Dear God. I'm doing the best I can. I'm doing the best I can. I'm doing the best I can. . Spinning round. Falling down. World just keeps on turning. Chaos breeds.

The Martyr

And so it's begun. This is year one. The birth of a child in the form of a man. Wrapped in towel. Passed out on the floor. These drunken hours -- graces deflowered.

Beautiful To Me

I was laying listening to the rain. By my side you were silent, sweetly sleeping. I thought 'how beautiful'-how very beautiful. You looked to me. Fast asleep while the rain fell down.

The Lament Of Pretty Baby

I saw something I was not supposed to see. A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me. . (The kitchen door was open a crack,. So naively we peeked inside).

The Great Decay

Aeroplane

Shut down, tangled up in your machinery. No sound, just the faceless press of words and wheels. Surrounds me like molasses on my soles and eaves. Come out, could anyone come out and play?.

The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst

A little bit closer,. I know you're not bashful. There, now that's not so bad, is it?. So what was that secret?. What did that prick whisper to you?. Was it playful and flirty.

The Farewell Party

"Bon Voyage". And promptly he hung up the phone. There was a doorbell ringing. So he snuck out onto the terrace. He said "If these were my last words,.

The Dirt Of The Vineyard

Less talk, more dancing. If we could push off the sick conversation one more night. I surely would. My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard. Have I soiled your gown?.