I can't live on a solitary stem. When there's open land and warm wind. There's always more and more to multiply. love love love you, but desire confines.
Time in a bottle,. No deposit, no return,. Both hands on the throttle -. When are you going to learn?. Heading for that dead man's turn.. . What are you going to do,.
Wherever you go,. He'll bring sorrow.. . Cursd creature,. Death in both eyes;. One look from him. And beauty dies.. . Cursd creature,. Hands on his ears..
We crawl through the day. As if it were night.. We make some headway,. We flee and we fight.. . Crawl with our neighbors,. Friends, and family.. Rattle our sabers;.
Daphne in the wood, you'll become the wood. Fire in his eye has gone and fueled your flight so high. Over the river rocks, the wind will carry thee. Call on nature now, for she'll keep you safe.
Come December, will you remember. Our greatest gift from above?. Come December, will you remember. The true meaning of love?. . We were sinners in the Hands of an angry God,.
I had one fortune cookie too many;. I burped and got most of my movies crossed.. One minute I was seeing Jack Benny. In a spaceship from the land of the lost..
I thought I had found true bliss;. I caught it with that first kiss.. Yeah, she brought me to my knees;. As I knelt, I whispered, "Please.". . "Please take the time to know me,.
I heard some large SNICKERS from BABY RUTH,. As the THREE MUSKETEERS barged through the front door.. I could see they were fixing to even up the SKOR..
The ever-faithful sun. Greets us each new morning.. Then storm clouds overrun. Our dreams without warning.. . We walk in shadows,. Eyes pressed to the ground..
He's known as Little Horn, the Lawless One,. And the lawbreaking Leviathan.. There are those who call him Apollyon,. That crafty Ancient of Days Dragon..
You arrived on Christmas Day,. Which really has us thinking.. That harmonica you play. Has the wise men all winking.. . Are you the new Messiah -. Or maybe the new Dylan?.
The April fool is exhausted. After a thirty-one day March.. His extremities are frosted,. His bones ache, and his throat is parched.. . He sure has seen much better nights,.
He had dreams enough to fill a lifetime;. Was going to be bigger than the Beatles.. He was going to take Hollywood by storm.. Be the next Creator to take on human form,.
Here comes Peter OxyContin Tale,. Hopped up on that funny trail.. You know he is especially prone. To anything that ends in "codone.". . He views life as a series of straws,.
Don't need those designer labels,. Don't need fairy tales or fables,. No old hat that was Clark Gable's. To dress up my self-esteem.. . I pledge allegiance to the flag,.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,. Alone on a wide, wide sea;. And never a saint took pity on. My soul in agony.. . Alone in a world. Blown clear of love,.