Heroine, and our hero...
Breaking the bad souls into half
We don't give a **** it's our time to laugh
Heavens await as the shore brings us gifts
She lions dressed in polka dots and Doc Martens
Daily milking makes them smarter
Trees in the forest, land masses rift
The time has come to lose your number
Jenny in a hammock, sleep and slumber
Silent and the silence...
Screams at four in the morning...many times it's at three in the morning...
They got punked for their crack, coke, ******, maybe it was pills...
They fight the good fight over there...soldiers in deserts of war...
Yet here in my community I see the dealers and the ******...
I am sorry for that word, excuse me...I never made it up...
In Swansea City they fill the needles with puddle water...
I have heard they do that here...
She never planned on being a *****...
Turned to the dope...thought it would heal the sore...
My friend went to get himself put on the liquid handcuffs...
That's what the junkies call methadone...
I sat in the waiting room and watched them enter...
Some brought their children
One chap was with his dad...
They are looked the same
Trying to relieve themselves of sadness and pain
Have hope, sweet child...mommy is here
Have hope, dear reader...because not all will succumb to their fears
I have been wondering if there is a correlation between the rise of ****** addiction and the war in Afghanistan...maybe i am to young to realize it has always been that way...seems fishy doesn't it?
Attention and tension...
Sirens Blare, mighty like the wind...
I heard someone say that was their favorite sound...
I think that's sad
Most of the time that is the death wail
Sometimes it's the sound of hope
The fire did not burn all the family photos
His wife still lives and bakes their grandchildren cookies
That sirens blares through the ether
Attention and tension
This one's going to be good
**** it...quit walking so **** heavy
The floor...if it was ice...you would be in the cold water
Your anger frustrates me...sometimes I really hate them...
Bunch of addicts...sometimes that comment is funny...
Other times I mean it
Rats in the walls...but really they are mice
Little green pieces of hardened poison
In the sheets
In my toes...no...that never happened
I will tell you this never drop your keys in a foot of snow....
Grabbing the dust
She smells my air up all the time
Thief and it's funny
We care...but lack control
We love...but the sun still shines
Soggy grime...needles in the puddle
He is her friend last
She is his lover first
There is no place for the evicted songs we sing
There is love in the rain
Sunshine and love
All the days are worth it
We are more together
yes it's supposed to say sogs :)
We went to the store
Blackboulée eggs much to the zippers surprise
Dogs, lady, dog
Marriage is possible for cigarettes
Cancer Fredholm...more, much more cancer
Windows is taking the folliculine action
Tiny particules in the french cinema
Man ray eats apples on her waxed surface
Cloth...to make the song
Song on fire
Fire pants, frames of exempte colors
The script has babies
Growing to death
Man Ray watches softer friends
Needles filled with smack
Junkies filled with pain
Garbage and filth
Mercy and grace
The lovers are there also
So is the beast
Nature's way- adding to acres of longing
She is there, dried blood in her hair
He is there, soul gripped with loss
The devil flips a coin
Angels sing, so we can dance
Ask for help- to advance
They are all watching
They are all walking
The low and the high
You can find me
At God St. and Vine