Little To Give

youve paved these roads with hate
and painted them with blood
theres a tarp laying in the ditch
as a man's potential home
the moon never rises
depending on your point of view
and all these clouds in the sky
are just like your eyes
they rain
i got a handful of love
it's not enough to go around
i'll give it to some
you can have the scraps off the ground
but i don't think that anyone would
my voice isn't strong enough
no matter how long i march and yell
these walls will never come down
a trumpets blow
my heart moves day in day out
like a time card
and as it rains we drive to your home
we are so greatful for our day
we have so little to give
but just keep on recieving
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# Posted on Wednesday, 26 September 2007 at 11:23 PM

Dreaming Is Believing

I need a book to write in
so i can live without haste
without hate
and with freedom we have nothing to dream of
this doesn't have to last
this song is too short
to express all my regaruds
to the nothings i've endured
but i need to keep writing
maybe i'll get better at this
maybe i'll become something
because i dream of labeling myself
and staying true to it
for your birthday i don't know what to do
or what to get
it shouldn't matter
but it matters so much to me
it's all the posessions
i wish for you
maybe i'm jealous
maybe i'm caged
my wings are clipped
but it makes us happy
i'll paint you a picture
with these cans on my shelf
a mist of paint
guided by my hands and mind
and the picture is not big
it is not clear
the message is deep enough to believe it isn't there
just like the god in me
and maybe thats my reflection
but i'll never know
until i do some surgery
and i'll be free
my dreams will come to an end
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# Posted on Wednesday, 26 September 2007 at 11:21 PM

Down Again

if i feel
it's because you treat me like this
and i never know what to say
except leave me alone
i would quit in a heart beat
but not on it
so i might live
off of other's lives
and i am amazed
how they aren't much worse than mine
it's only when we use explosives
that things get blown out
of proportion
with the eyes dead
center of the head
i will never grow up
i am too sensitive
to your touch
i fall apart
i fall down
that's two steps down
and half a step up
then down again
i might be sinking
i might be dreaming
but all i know is that
i am not a man
but i feel
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# Posted on Wednesday, 26 September 2007 at 11:21 PM

Dear Me

Dear me
My dear
we have collided
where i went numb
and you kept warm
in a salt water bath
well i never thought we could have stayed alive
in a place like this
a place like this
it's haunted
and this ghost is haunting me
but only me
so i dive face first
into all my moral imperfections
try to avoid the ghost
that has been taunting me
but it must be fate
it must be hate
that's keeping me caged
because i don't know
if i will ever fly
oh my
dear
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# Posted on Wednesday, 26 September 2007 at 11:20 PM

A Corpse Is A Body

Sometimes I wish I lived in France
Where every body is dead
My Corpse would collide
With every body it met
but for now i sit at a table
hoping a thought would come to me
like a lost hungry dog
i'm hungry too, i'll steal it's meat
i read of a poet's life
he speaks of longing
and loneliness
he turns heads, but i feel nothing
for anyone or anything
but i know a corpse
that used to talk to me in my sleep
now i'm just left with hopes
of a better dream
in a few weeks
but i've never been so dead
or sorry
now that i am gone
i said i wouldn't come back
well i think i am
i think i'm gunna collapse
right into the sea
or the fucking lake
but never the ocean
i'm too frail and fake
for that body of water
it's the surface
that i'll never touch
this is what loneliness is
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# Posted on Wednesday, 26 September 2007 at 11:20 PM

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