Things Just Getting Good

When what I came to say, is said. And the sun sets on my summer career. How September came for Sinatra. Now it's winter then it is a new year. . The big bright lights take Manhattan.

360?

Yo I'm from L I fella, vision had you tune into my figgida. Figgida microphone and mobile. Holding mic's is so while I be just day dreaming. Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to fronts.

Thoughts And Fear

sitting in the grass. the sunlight kisses the skin. birds singing in the sky. you breathe the air. feel the love. and warm winds are. playing with your hair.

Fuck Machine

The View

love - is what I believe in. and freedom is what I need. but why do I suffer from love. and why am I not free. the might sleeps in our hearts. we should form it with our hands.

The Sea Of Cortez

When the motor stops, I can't sleep. There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor. And the black amnesias in heaven. Are lighting the Sea of Cortez.

Firestorm, My Ass

Heard a song and I counted out loud the two-steps, the goose-steps back. back from square one, from where we'd just begun, and then it rang a bell-but is this kristallnacht or what the fuck is y.

The Swamp Of Secrecy

they float through our nightsky . they are observing us. they are brothers and sisters . who are only allowed to watch. their fear of masshysteria . doesn't excuse their mocking . of humanity.

The Heart Of A Broken Story

Four in the afternoon. I should be up and gone soon. This is the shirt. That I'm wearing out. . Torn at the elbow. From too much football. And one size too small.

Fine Day

Fine day in river heights, fine day for your skateboards and bikes, fine day in your cute little world, fine day for tough boys and submissive girls, a fine day to see that the government's got.

The Deep South

In the deep south of heaven, on the wavering line. Where Tennessee will leave just in time. I'm writing it down, it will be different soon. You look amazing there stuck between me and the moon.

The Seeker

oliver had a dream . he dreamt that all made sense. everything was very logical . he dreamt of birds and butterflies. of dimensions in a stern structure . and time as the only truth.

The Refuge

burned villages. children cry. burned fields. mothers die. smeared faces crying. thousands fell on battlefields. standing by my horse. the battered armor burts.

Ego Fum Papa (i Am The Pope)

Tell Everyone We're Dead

Caught without people or drink. I don't know what else to think. But Im going to grow wings and sing. "Amen, I'm checking out". . So withdrawing within the drawing room.

The Longing

Dreamworld. Boundless mind. Spirit is free. Spirit is free. . Now I am an eagle. Now I am an eagle. Flying high. . Now I am a stag. Now I am a stag. Graceful moves.

Suffer Never

Hanging around you, turned me upside down. You stole the clock when you left town. There's never any time worn. On the flower of a storm. . More inside children with outdoor names.

Ego Fum Papa

"live like an angel, die like a devil." don't let it worry you, we're down here together. we're all here: heathens, heretics, kids with blue socks. I asked some questions and wasn't sa.

The Island

the sun reflects on the red salt water. squiring bodies, death screams. crunching backbones, blinking hooks. laughing people. again it's time for the slaughtering fiest.

Strictly Television

The greatest favorites, Willie and Max McGee. A brewer killer and a touchdown against the Chiefs. It's not my memory, it's everyone I could not be. I'm living vicariously on better authority.