I am Freestyling.
Softlyspoken have a token
Of humility under that shirt
I ply wood and take tank tops
Till worth is multiplied with worth.
Punch a hole in the earth,
Brickabrack. The tittilations of
A roundhouse kick, past insanity
I was awake before they woke me up
Salvation runs in tides
Besides which I'm not more than half
At any given time
There are more thoughts in my brain
Than my head can hold.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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