beat is kicking your hands are jumping around my throat like a choker- side to side fingers grinding under my earlobe “do you wanna get out of here” i dont remember where here was beat is kicking your hands are jumping around my coat miles ahead side to sife fingers in my hair “lets get… Continue reading night out
Tag: Hero
my hero said
you want to be a hero a cape in a closet a mask at the playground jumping off a plastic slide flying like a swing the bad guys weren't present
heroes rising
trouble is they have been here on the street singing for a nickel 'this is art' blaming the system for paiting a red 'x' on the front of their backs
who are you
power to the nightmare calling Julie; she came with a Cape caught in a turbine and gone calling Julie; just a name i read in a book someone across the globe reading a book with the name Tyler.
new old dentist
something new with an old twist breaking habits is harder then pulling teeth
standing river
just missing, this; the solace of my bed the warmth of your perfume carries me to treetops east of here a better place, i've seen it in cotton sheets but never with brown eyes hold- me
monkey king; all blue
i want the whole world- you can't have it you're over reachin' don't bother tryin'- i want it all- stop sleepin' always dreamin' this life isn't for you boy give up dreamin'- this world is mine, all mine- in for a bruisin' crusin' on empty streets boy just lose it the streets are callin' come… Continue reading monkey king; all blue
the kid
changed her favorite song never heard the end of it she hummed it the whole way home it was her pursuit to happiness
forgotten one – or – the last chance – mm maybe the secret kiss
i've seen this film before the title is new the cast is slightly tweaked brought in a new female lead comedy relief rotates out setting vibrant and quiet never a sequel, waits for the paycheck and hits the road just the same genre same ending
thursday night disco,
it wasn't better just not worse grey matter transit hearse, parked outside my bedroom window driver smoking a spirit late for the disco our final pierrot; you were always taking pictures body reads like braille just not how pictured white veil for sale
Saint's Muse 