Know

you don't understand my logic

that's the short end of the stick

for the answer you cant see

hoping for more but having less

too complex for your mind to confess

sitting in the corner as the webs grow

there will be a time for you to know

what truly lies in the path laid ahead

find in yourself what is true

everything revolves around you

I'm homesick, lovesick, coughing up my lungs sick
Bright-eyed in the daytime, night falls with a glass of wine
Red wins, white's out, I could just read but I'd rather not
Thinking, always, what's there to give? What's here to stay?

I need a switch for you, for me, for my running train of sarcastic speech
I wish it didn't work this way, today, always, was another fake

Too high, and I liked, because I can't sit still the way you might
But I can't filter what's my truth or my fate
It's just the way, I'll run, you'll see, but too late
And we'll talk about how we're supposed to be
Exactly in line with the rest of the fleet


I have these eyes, I don't wear them too much out. 
They see into your intentions; they turn your sights down.

But if I was the only one you let into your soul, 
Tell me, where is it that you would want me to go?

Kudos to Corey for keeping this thing alive lol


I've taken my righting for writing
And washed it down with a young California
My sorrows for you, teacher of the morning
I have no excuse for not making songs

So the traveling starts an hour past noon
With a loaded compartment and a road tripping tune
I'll turn to the window you're staring out too
We'll wonder, what if we think the same of the view?

And we'll walk through a time we never thought we would see
In a land not ever poisoned with blood or mercury
When the health of our selves was a thought out of mind
Because the sky and it's clouds were all we could find

These tales that your mothers and father do tell
Of the lands and the ways of the people that fell
Have so little to do with the things we can do
In the time we will spend crawling out of a womb

Sun statue, do speak, tell me of your fights for being free
I want to know how you avoided the acidic rain this week
Your neighbor is pock-marked but you are more rock-hard
I want to know what your secret is to feeling so sweet

Sparks

A spark flew and lit my closed eyes
The electric feel began to rise
I felt your warmth as I held your hand
Your lips tasted anything but bland
So sweet i want to kiss you again
I know i'll be happy then

Duncan

Duncaroo is huge for his kind

He's also got a sharper mind

Looks like a raggamuffin

Always stomach stuffin

He knows so many words

He jumps after birds

Famous for the bichon blitz

He never stops at the pits

Wake him up with the smell of food

He's a cool little dude

Follows closely behind

He can see when im blind

Falls asleep at my feet

Sweet dreams sweet

Quick

Stay true to what i knew

but if i cant lay down the hand

i'll throw it in the air

cause its high on demand

everyone wants a piece of the cake

but when it comes down to it

the slices run out

better grab a piece when the candles are lit

Tip my hat

knockin knockin on the door.

some close but i'm open for more.

what's it gonna take to take it all?

raise your head and stand up tall.

persistence is really all it takes.

always be ready to raise the stakes.

when all is done i'll be happy at that.

to all of the world i'll tip my hat.