we hid from the world until it was safe
time to show our inner selves, scars showing through
lifting the veil that masked the painful past
your present meets future now that this is true
there are no hiding places in the world
the world is to small
and the whale is dead
we will remember it,
but how can we explain it,
and who will care.
welcome home man.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
will they even believe
there were once trees
will they even know
water was free
will they even care
we could swim in the sea
pictures, memories, yes
someone must remember
as we look through tainted
windows of dirty clouds,
we will hide a smile of the
days we floated adrift
the clean clouds
warm and safe not
wanting land.
to land. Don't tell what
we saw for we are outlaws
from another time.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
time is wasting away
while we dance around the issues at play
direct and succinct is the way to go
share your feelings and then you will know
carry on as if nothing has changed
turn a blind eye to all that they say
move on from the past with no regrets
new beginnings, you shall find your way
a road less travelled
way to hard to find,
seems like dead ends
and gravel keep us
stuck in a rut,
insight of the
paved road but
to far to walk.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
"The road that I'm walking
You never can follow..."
The man kept on talking
Through breath that was hollow.
I said "I've to tell you
I've walked there and back
I carried all hell in
My small flowersack,
But I've come back today
To find love, and unload."
He had nothing to say:
He just looked up the road.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
the joy of friends
because one can't
see where one begins
and the other ends
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
as I round the bend and
step off the gravel path.
I place my foot upon the paved road
take a deep breath and move forward,
not afraid but excited to know
adventures awaits.
The journey will be my strength.
And in the end, if nothing else,
I know there will be a fri-end (that's cute).
Life is for the living.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
nature at its best
quickly looks around and
hides her picnic basket
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
would nature provide such a perfect home
in such perfect place, surrounded by
her own perfections.
and if she did are we destined to
destory it while enjoying it, is this our fate.
dammit, i didn't think you could
smell chocolate thru a wrapper.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
cool, who has the papers
and does anyone got milk!
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
cool, who has the papers
and does anyone got milk!
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
Comments
time to show our inner selves, scars showing through
lifting the veil that masked the painful past
your present meets future now that this is true
Jason
the world is to small
and the whale is dead
we will remember it,
but how can we explain it,
and who will care.
welcome home man.
that all would be forgotten
if you share the wealth of your memories
they will linger on for generations to come
Jason
But what will they see
Pictures in a book
Of how it used to be
there were once trees
will they even know
water was free
will they even care
we could swim in the sea
pictures, memories, yes
someone must remember
as we look through tainted
windows of dirty clouds,
we will hide a smile of the
days we floated adrift
the clean clouds
warm and safe not
wanting land.
to land. Don't tell what
we saw for we are outlaws
from another time.
while we dance around the issues at play
direct and succinct is the way to go
share your feelings and then you will know
carry on as if nothing has changed
turn a blind eye to all that they say
move on from the past with no regrets
new beginnings, you shall find your way
Jason
Pave a road
For all to follow
To Shangrila
way to hard to find,
seems like dead ends
and gravel keep us
stuck in a rut,
insight of the
paved road but
to far to walk.
You never can follow..."
The man kept on talking
Through breath that was hollow.
I said "I've to tell you
I've walked there and back
I carried all hell in
My small flowersack,
But I've come back today
To find love, and unload."
He had nothing to say:
He just looked up the road.
Thought, how long can this be
Can I really walk this
For all of eternity
A path unclear and sometimes trecherous
And yet one must follow
Never really knowing where it will lead
And so I knock
And I nervously wait
Will you hear?, will you answer?
The door opened
The smile could not have been bigger
Do you still remember me?
because one can't
see where one begins
and the other ends
Jim Carrol
Is a fri-end
To the end
*an old school teacher taught us that as a way to remember how to spell the word. The rest rings true with truth*
step off the gravel path.
I place my foot upon the paved road
take a deep breath and move forward,
not afraid but excited to know
adventures awaits.
The journey will be my strength.
And in the end, if nothing else,
I know there will be a fri-end (that's cute).
Life is for the living.
Where there is no drone of the industrial world
Natural noises
Natural smells
A state in which we belong
Yes
To be natural again
I've spotted a house
This house dosen't seem normal
It appears to be made of marijuana
quickly looks around and
hides her picnic basket
When the munchies have set in
Sitting around with stupid smiles
Drool running off our chin
And some candies
And some chocolate
Can't forget the chocolate
Can't forget...
We haven't even rapped on the door
Maybe they will be a gererous host
Give us some dust from the floor
in such perfect place, surrounded by
her own perfections.
and if she did are we destined to
destory it while enjoying it, is this our fate.
dammit, i didn't think you could
smell chocolate thru a wrapper.
Yet, not abuse
A see-saw of balance
Which must be kept in check
your touch conveyed in me feelings of salvation
your voice dissuaded my fears from overtaking the hope growing inside
you invaded my heart and soul, for that I never will forget
Jason
and does anyone got milk!
and does anyone got milk!
Plant a seed and watch it grow
A new house to keep our being
Are you seeing what I'm seeing?