A concrete sidewalk, and an old town house
Decorated by maple leaves to bring arouse...
The power of word is seen in ever rosary bead,
in every innocent child as they suffer and bleed...
What if this was the last time,
That I ever got to talk to you again...
I Want to break away,
from everything that's right...
I see blue sky's...
I see green grass...
If this, my pen,
could rightly scratch the surface...
I think back to the days blood drained from my...
i stare at the past with a sinking feeling in my...
The Masquerade,
A mask parade...
I eat my words,
Strewn on paper...
West Texas Sky
The west Texas sky has...
All of me stacked on top of years
and sometimes the past feels like a stranger...
You lay pressed between pages of black and white,
Moulding into the shape and shade you wished for...