Come and say goodbye
to your friend
it's but a short time
to the end
he's tired and cold
not so old
going back to
the fold
Come and say good bye
to your friend
he's in he midst of a
crowd so loud
cowed, in a shroud.
Come and say good bye
to your friend.
it's but a short time
to the end.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
frost
Frost on the ground
lays glistening
a blanket of
fallen stars
from above.
Frost on the ground
Fog waxes and wanes
like a tired old mind
near clear
then blank
clear again
Frost on the ground
Ghostly shadows chase
the moon
silhouettes soft and full
tracing outlines
true love
Frost on the ground
Stealing away
these moments of
time
touch
smell
sound sight
stolen moments
Frost on the ground.
lays glistening
a blanket of
fallen stars
from above.
Frost on the ground
Fog waxes and wanes
like a tired old mind
near clear
then blank
clear again
Frost on the ground
Ghostly shadows chase
the moon
silhouettes soft and full
tracing outlines
true love
Frost on the ground
Stealing away
these moments of
time
touch
smell
sound sight
stolen moments
Frost on the ground.
Friday, February 02, 2007
cardboard robin hood
cardboard robin hood
smiling out at the tiny face
green cap long feather
pale face red goatee
carboard robin hood
straining out at the tiny face
green cap long feather
pale face red goatee
dark it is
under the bed
cardboard robin hood
getting wet from
the eyes of the tiny face
why can't you shoot them with
your arrows
cardboard robin hood
torn and tattered
living still
in the mind of the tiny face
cardboard robin hood
under the bed
cardboard robin hood
smiling out at the tiny face
green cap long feather
pale face red goatee
carboard robin hood
straining out at the tiny face
green cap long feather
pale face red goatee
dark it is
under the bed
cardboard robin hood
getting wet from
the eyes of the tiny face
why can't you shoot them with
your arrows
cardboard robin hood
torn and tattered
living still
in the mind of the tiny face
cardboard robin hood
under the bed
cardboard robin hood
EAST COCKROACH
Pigpen
porka
knucklehead
greaser spic
White trash
east cockroach
They're only children
Pigpen
porka
knucklehead
greaser spic
too brown
not white enough
east cockroach
slap that lil shit
he just called me
white trash
Pigpen
porka
knucklehead
greaser spic
not in the head
not in the head
east cockroach
you knocked him out again
poor lil boy
pigpen
porka
knucklehead
greaser spic
east cockroach
white trash
porka
knucklehead
greaser spic
White trash
east cockroach
They're only children
Pigpen
porka
knucklehead
greaser spic
too brown
not white enough
east cockroach
slap that lil shit
he just called me
white trash
Pigpen
porka
knucklehead
greaser spic
not in the head
not in the head
east cockroach
you knocked him out again
poor lil boy
pigpen
porka
knucklehead
greaser spic
east cockroach
white trash
Thursday, February 01, 2007
spyder
Spyder
pleasant smile
nod of the head
merry tunes
happy days
Spyder
weaves his shimmering
web of
deceit,
pain,
suffering
with
delicate fingers
he
sprays
splays
relays
Spyder
cares not for
their dread.
laying still
watching
them from his bed
weaves his shimmering
web
deceit
pain
dread
Spyder
scampers about
sucking the life
out
Spyder
pleasant smile
nod of the head
merry tunes
happy days
Spyder
weaves his shimmering
web of
deceit,
pain,
suffering
with
delicate fingers
he
sprays
splays
relays
Spyder
cares not for
their dread.
laying still
watching
them from his bed
weaves his shimmering
web
deceit
pain
dread
Spyder
scampers about
sucking the life
out
Spyder
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