When the wind gets tired my body aches
I feel with so much compassion i feel nothing
i am tired
i feel to the wind
and the wind blows me null
i want to create but the wind blows me tired
i die in the wind
i die in the cross fire
i feel so much that i dull myself
walking tired i try to run
those old dusty friends
the wind blows me in

the wind blows ******* the steep dusty stairs
the deep dusty stairs make me tired with old blown dust
the old blow dust lingers in the stairwells
the stairwells haunt me
the new stairs excite me
let me go up the new stairs
say goodbye to the old ones

i feel. i feel so hard
i feel so hard i feel nothing anymore
i die in my footsteps
but i live in the new ones
let me pretend
let me pretend

i feel i am an old soul
but i know i am a new one
i die in my old footsteps
i arise in my new ones

arise from the ashes of the old phoenix
you are a dignified soul
when i become the new phoenix
start with a new garden

grow yourself out from the ashes
become a new you
you my friend are a worthwhlie soul

Ive been up since midnight, settlin ' my qualms with the moon

Papa in the kitchen cooking. Mama just cant get through

The whiskey aint strong enough but i guess it will have to do

sometimes i feel like cryin' but it still don't **** the pain

i woke up this mornin' just to go back to bed,

good lords got his arms around me and i know he's holdin' me tight

oh the dog is in the kitchen, he's workin' over time.

cooking up all that rough time. Im not sure i can handle it

but i just  keep on dancing. I pretend everything is alright

i keep  lying to my self. and  im workin' overtime.

hope  ill keep from falling, but guess ill see it through

The dog is in the kitchen and i hear the storm knocking.

You can call me a dog with out the ally.

Morning glory Hallelujah
Find me buried deep into ya
The desire's burning
But the frost is turning
i feel it getting closer
That dream, the dream of exposure
Bringing myself out!
Allowing myself out! i WANT TO SCREAM.
to be one. to be free.
to simply mean it when i say - "I’m happy"

I was sitting at the corner of hope and wishful thinking when she turned to me and said: “lets face it, there’s a good chance that you will be overeducated and working at Starbucks one day.” I said *******, puked, and took a long hard pull of the whiskey before driving off into the sunset.

Should I wait?

What does the spot light of a timeless glisten mean to a wondering soul?
In what ways can the myth of humans recreate the desired being of lost wondering through the trees?
Can I be there when you come to the grave?
Where does the line wonder throughout the dim roofless patterns that expose the truth?
Into the abyss I crawl with tired cracked lips spewing ***** disillusionment.

Created just some time ago, I fall. I fall into the dark corners of myself. So selfish yet so hopeful. Where are the strings to pull to bring me back?