When Angels fall like snowflakes
Who will bare that stone?

If I place my lips upon her
will she melt....

or burn?

My heart is not frozen
and so

My tears are warm.

When Angels

fall

Like
Snow

Roosty

She told me the mountains
weren't the peaks they used to be
I chuckled,smiled and understood.
Every year the walnuts seem
farther from the tree

We took a trip down memory lane
with the hazards on
a turtles pace
nothing really seemed the same
people flew by
it's an interstate

We stopped a few times
that was okay with me
I needed my meds
and she had to ***
again and again and again

The lane is now a highway
No shoppin' at Sears
now it's just bi-way
discounts don't really mean that much
when you pay fifty dollars
for what once was a buck

So I sit back in my rockin' chair
I listen to oldies, losin' my hair
She weaves then leaves
('cause she has to ***)
Everything aches where there isn't pain
but we've got each other,
and we both have canes

I love her now more and deeper
Kinda glad those mountians
aren't any steeper
I'm gettin' too old to make that climb
And she still likes my walnuts fine.

So I smiled at her
when she returned
Showin' teeth no longer mine
And I asked with a wrinkly smile
If she'd like to fool around a while
She smiled back and said "Not today...
it's gettin' late anyway."
I looked at the clock
and had to agree
It was nearly bed time
and we needed our Z's

The days make us tired
and now my drive is low gear
So it's off to sleep
(after she pees)
After all, it's after three

on a Sunday afternoon...

Roosty

You can find her by the river
if she wants you to know she's there
She'll be whispering to the waters
in a language that they share

Sometimes she flies on a seagulls wings
along the mighty gorge
Then they talk about the things they've seen
when she's barefoot on the shore

If you smile she might let you close
and you'll finally get to see
all that really matters to her
is if you've lived your dreams

Listen to her singing
while she's dancing in the rain
It's because she knows the truth that flows
from the heart of everything

Eventually you'll fall in love with her
and of course she understands
She likes to share what's beautiful
with everyone she can

But she won't think to wait for you
She will love you if you're there
As she gathers things the river brings
for her pockets and her hair

And when today is finally yesterday
and tomorrow's come at last
She will only think about this day
and not what's happened in the past

The daughter of the river knows
beauty is a state
Not the aging changing memory
of what used to be your face

You can find her by the river
loving everything
She'll understand you've fallen for her
'cause in her heart it's always spring

The daughter of the river
She dances for everyone
The raindrops dress her in silver
so she can sparkle in the sun

It's alright if you love her
She'll share the wisdom of her truth
Beauty comes from the inside out
not the fading looks of youth

The daughter of the river knows
beauty is a state
Not the aging changing memory
of what used to be her face

Roosty

****....

**** these city streets
**** these ***** dark city streets
on a hot night
It's the blues
It's the blues
It's walking Washington blues

Goin' street light to street light
there's nothin' quite like it
under the light of the sun
It's the spaces between
the world that's unseen
that keeps you on the run

I slide past the ladies
with their ******* whispers
and the skeleton ******
all covered in blisters
and I...
hurry on

Past dead end alleys
with doorways to no where
and windows that show
what you don't want to know
and I...
hurry on, hurry on

There are knife end transactions
fatal attractions
your money your lover your life
So I pick up the pace
where the drive-bys are frequent
leaving their pock marks
on brick work and cement
and I...
hurry on, hurry on

I step over needles
by graffiti with blood stains
It's only the ghetto
exposing it's hearts pain
and I....
hurry on, hurry on

but don't cross the road
where nobody goes
for I've heard you'll never return....

So I duck the bite
of the lead mosquitoes
and slip behind trash cans
where death is a slum lord
and there's always new tenants
...coat hanger evictions
AND ISN'T LIFE WORTH MORE THAN THIS!!!!

It's the blues..
It's the blues..
It's the walking Washington blues.
****!

Roosty

She was a small town runaway
looking for a bigger world
but the city lights, arn't very nice
to curious little girls
and the creep in the car
said he'd take her so far
but he took her all the way
Still you can't stay young
when you're on the run
and ya haven't got a penny to pay
Runaway
Milk carton memories
like the graves in Flanders' Fields
stretching to the distant sunset
so tragically surreal


Runaway, don't get in that car
Ambers' rarely make it home
little girl why'd you roam
The secondary scene
is where most will die
Now it's too late
It's much too late
It's too late, for you, to cry
Runaway


He's got filthy fingers
from his ***** dreams
of girls in their skirts
and their too tight jeans
He'll take you and break you
'til you don't cry any more
and then he'll **** you
you've become just a *****
Runaway
Predators prey
Won't be goin' home again
You'll never get back
what he takes from you
You're a milk carton photograph
no one knew
And Amber....He won't stay
to choke on the ashes
of a runaway


Milk carton memories
so tragically surreal
stretching to the distant sunset
Ambers' Flanders' Fields
Little girl...kneel by your bed and pray
You never ever hear him choking
On the ashes of a runaway

Roosty

It's too late for the neon lights
too early for the dawn
my world is poised
suspended breath
not quite sleeping
yawning creeping.....dawn

The silence breaks a fragile egg
shatters with the robins song
Introduction to construction
The industry of dawn

and all the magic spells I held
with bated breath
are gone

A man against his world
forging on

Roosty

Purple glooming shadows
in the ****** dimension
****** thinks he's livin
as he dies
He rides the highways down his arms
and the back roads down his legs
Ain't no place that he ain't been
That ain't an interstate.
So many points of interest
floating in his veins
And 'though his fire burns inside
He's nodding anyway.
And the purple glooming shadows
Own the colours of his soul
Nothin' else seems near as bright
As a needle hole, full of life
Dyin'
******'s dyin'
Forgot what he's livin' for
Do anything for one more point
Sell his *** in the night
**** his soul
for just the sight
Of another purple dream

in foolish gold

Roosty