the race of wind breezing through open car window harks of fall to come, this one will be the loneliest, but the season kept keepsakes beyond their grasp and returns a divine breath into my bones, it remains a haven nonetheless ( Read more... )

gambled and lost
the house aint who i thought
if i knew i'd end up so broke
woulda kept the ante
and bought somethin to toke

been used
been trashed
got all my friends'
boot prints on my back

been here before
brought by a whore
kissed like the loneliness
of forever

and the eternal clever
"were all broke blokes, light up yer smokes"
i told the joke
so you got the last laugh

home was just a bivouac
and i got a hundred questions
i cant ask

found a busted time machine
and gave it a half hearted repeat
it was not enough
to save ____

but im sleeping better now
(better then in weeks)
yeah, i kiss the bottle every night
(its already alright)

two faced woman
disguised in blush and cover
beware current lovers
they spoke sweeter words
too the former

why do i feel so shitty!?
my hearts in my throat and i feel sick.
i just want to sleep...

only love
could make bane taste like wine
and such a plight
of chivalry's token virtue
seem trite

these butterflies are prophets of disaster ( Read more... )

this harvest moon has bore much and sorrow
reaped of love and lover's squalor
frozen nights baring lonely stars
now look back with bitter glare
and where once lovers laid
enjoyed in new whimsey's solace
now stretch so bare
discontent in this season made
by those same hands clasped in psalm
and twined in touch
one for love and one for lust

"leaning out the window of that small new york apartment, with the little kitchen and the fire place right in the middle of the living room, he screamed into the cold night "come home ( Read more... )

winter is just a season ( Read more... )