Memoirs from a balcony
Concerning all things Earthly
Travelling along a perspective
Of light and sound
From Heaven to Hell
The descent of love
And a rising tide
Flooding the town
Keep them out!
Friday, December 04, 2009
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
On a quiet country road
I drove a mother and her baby home
with the smell of dust and sweat on my breath
with every glance I gripped her tighter
like tire tread on the road
making tracks toward her horizon
Before stopping on a rise to admire the view
then burying it again between some rocks and a pot hole
in love with the horror of you
I drove a mother and her baby home
with the smell of dust and sweat on my breath
with every glance I gripped her tighter
like tire tread on the road
making tracks toward her horizon
Before stopping on a rise to admire the view
then burying it again between some rocks and a pot hole
in love with the horror of you
Monday, October 05, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Stories are never always true
But sometimes they partly are
So I am going to make one up
About me and you
Mama allow me to weep
Whilst you work for me
It may break your back
But it breaks my heart to see
And I’m going to extend this hand
Out of respect, not out of pity
That I may one day break my back
For you to see
That we shall stand at a village dance
And smile as we face each other
While your baby bounces on your back
And people whisper scandal to each other
That a white man may dance with another
Whilst believing that he can actually dance
My hope is that you truly do
May this story be at least partly true
(this is my prayer and wish for today Mama, about me and you)
But sometimes they partly are
So I am going to make one up
About me and you
Mama allow me to weep
Whilst you work for me
It may break your back
But it breaks my heart to see
And I’m going to extend this hand
Out of respect, not out of pity
That I may one day break my back
For you to see
That we shall stand at a village dance
And smile as we face each other
While your baby bounces on your back
And people whisper scandal to each other
That a white man may dance with another
Whilst believing that he can actually dance
My hope is that you truly do
May this story be at least partly true
(this is my prayer and wish for today Mama, about me and you)
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Man walks into a bar
Looking for grief
Looking for a fight
Taking a seat
Turning his head to one side he says
If you're selling, I’m buying
One nickel for the truth, a quarter for a belief?
The dealer stares blankly back and he says
A belief will cost you, and as for the truth...
The man pours out his pockets
Picking between the coins and candy wrappers
He gets his belief
And sets out in search of truth
He goes back out onto the street
Round the corner it gets rough
Between the streets of dusk and deep night
Drag racing the dawn
He feels the waking light pry at his heart
Searching his pockets he remembers
His belief was lost in a bet with God
and truth got a head start
Let this damn new day begin
Again
Man walks into a bar
Looking for grief
Looking for grief
Looking for a fight
Taking a seat
Turning his head to one side he says
If you're selling, I’m buying
One nickel for the truth, a quarter for a belief?
The dealer stares blankly back and he says
A belief will cost you, and as for the truth...
The man pours out his pockets
Picking between the coins and candy wrappers
He gets his belief
And sets out in search of truth
He goes back out onto the street
Round the corner it gets rough
Between the streets of dusk and deep night
Drag racing the dawn
He feels the waking light pry at his heart
Searching his pockets he remembers
His belief was lost in a bet with God
and truth got a head start
Let this damn new day begin
Again
Man walks into a bar
Looking for grief
Friday, July 24, 2009
Impatient love leave me for a while
So I may rest here in the shade of life
And keep watch over the passing tide
A cool breeze moves on through
Like a freight train taken to flight
The weight and signal of love at the crossroads
Proceed with caution, look left then right
Time will tell us on the other side
So I may rest here in the shade of life
And keep watch over the passing tide
A cool breeze moves on through
Like a freight train taken to flight
The weight and signal of love at the crossroads
Proceed with caution, look left then right
Time will tell us on the other side
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