Drinking weed tea because there is no reason not to...
That book that I've been writing is in need of finishing.
Instant thoughts too human
too uncomposed
random bursts
undulating from deep to low
the human mind is a disjointed mess
just like this little passage
Flow from my mind into a tributary
cover every thing
and don't be dictated
There's chaos in paper world
the ground is shitfting and ink is spilt
i should really organize my desk a little
do we share the same desk?
tell me more about your desk, plz.
there under my bed, poetry under my bed.
the stacks of paper and ink slid down
way down under box spring & matress
peek-a- boo out from the side
this is "clothes on the floor" meet my friend "poetry on the floor"
"poetry on the floor" meet my friend "clothes on the floor"
i heard from the dresser, the laundry basket, the closet, the book shelf organized filing thingys, and my desks.
CLEAN UP THIS FUCKING MESS....
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Comments
makes time last longer
and the wait becomes a nuissance
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
Couldn't be more accurate.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
But I'm really 22 mm from hell
the ground is shitfting and ink is spilt
i should really organize my desk a little
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
My life is given, my life is yours.
The most beautiful soul among stars is ours.
Now a star, two souls into one...
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Sounds of Tom Waits fill my ears
My brain cannot turn off
The thoughts of you
Not yet
Over 20 years of you
I thought I knew
You said my picture was in a frame
I guess that's where you want me to stay
Take my hand... not my picture.
Soon I will be
In your backyard
Will you be with me?
I think not
Why did you set me up?
Even though you'll never read this...
You're really not as cool as I think you are.
And you, my dear, are a bit more cereal than you think you are.
But still nowhere near as cool as I believe you to be.
Apparently......
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That book that I've been writing is in need of finishing.
Instant thoughts too human
too uncomposed
random bursts
undulating from deep to low
the human mind is a disjointed mess
just like this little passage
Flow from my mind into a tributary
cover every thing
and don't be dictated
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
If you would have opened your fucking mouth.
i love you
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
and feel your weight upon me.
i do believe we may be in the same headspace p.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
as I run my fingers through your hair, while looking up into your eyes.
yep...i have to agree with that, cate
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
to hear my name upon your lips.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I wish I could see you for
6 minutes, 32 seconds
I wish I could touch you
I love you
goodnight
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
do we share the same desk?
tell me more about your desk, plz.
there under my bed, poetry under my bed.
the stacks of paper and ink slid down
way down under box spring & matress
peek-a- boo out from the side
this is "clothes on the floor" meet my friend "poetry on the floor"
"poetry on the floor" meet my friend "clothes on the floor"
i heard from the dresser, the laundry basket, the closet, the book shelf organized filing thingys, and my desks.
CLEAN UP THIS FUCKING MESS....
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
fuckin' A!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
And I don't feel right when you're gone away