I.listen to my great neice crying and screaming...
Two months old and inconsolable...
Having fun with Mark Bruce and the rest
Precious moments, close.to the chest...
It's clear that I can't live with you
And I can't live without you...
Stop with the lies
Of the.men you've watched...
You say you will close it down
Yet things are easily hidden...
You say f**k Facebook
You want me...
I walk past your house almost daily
No signs of life...
Those who stand for truth,
become the truth itself...
The observer and the observed are the same,
yet that sameness cannot be observed...
People I have
My bright and dark side...
Free space at last:
truth alone fills the silence...
In halls of norm's rule,
the insane look on and sigh...