January 2010
"Is This A Bank Or A Church?"(01/29/2010)
Take my home, take it!
An antique in your coporate church.
Heart is for the homeless,
Home is where my heart is,
Forclose me if you will;
I see phantoms in the eyes of the clergy,
Plagues on the tongue of the priest.
Blood money, blood for bread,
God is only the middleman to them.
Holy romantic,
Reign grace upon us all,
Take me home…
Where i’m not such a phantom to myself
"Hallucinations"(01/22/2010)
You glow like the city lights above, Shining high over these lonely roads. Perspiring windows of cars passersby, Illuminate, illuminate; Just a reflection. If only I could sleep, I’d dream with you forever. Living in this breathless coma, I’ll dream with you forever.
I'm Not A Scene Kid; I'm the Whole Damn Play...
The sea has waited it’s boundless course; I’m dropping anchor at long last. Life has been nothing more than empty streets and sleepless nights, Abiding my time in vacant hotel rooms bathing in this malevolent moonlight, Glaring at the sight of empty faces staring back through shattered mirrors; But to perceive this malice through these translucent eyes whom I call my own… Nothing...
