it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had