Oh the light climbs over your shoulder
And sinks its claws through your eyes
I guess it's time to turn over
Yeah the sounds down the hall smell like breakfast
And your stomach longs to join in
But dreams are sweeter to the taste
It is easier to sleep without a brain
And better not to wake up with yesterday's eyes
But it seems I've lost the knack again
Saturday, January 17, 2009
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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