Never been so long
in the narrow and found
myself fighting for the most
unpredictable things until now

the tension was so high
i began dreaming my life away

it aint a crime
fighting against time
no need for a fight
when your fingers they bite
you need a good laugh
when the going gets tough
its true you were not smart
but again you can start

Again and again here comes the rain
and here comes the pain.
If you can hear then quench my emotions.
If you really care, snatch my illusions.

Bring back my life now or never

Then suddenly
from the core of me
are words unspoken

timelessly
silence has broken
my mind has opened
with thoughts unfrozen

Like morning dew
everything seems new
Now I can see

She lived in a house of shacks
craved for money love , and sex
hadnt a thing but beautiful hands
and two beautiful legs.

the night before the counter when the music rolled

Sat on the cold stone
So sad so lone
with head bowed down-low
Sorrow ate my soul
flew through my hopes
leeped with my foes
as I slid downslope
three valleys low.
uttering my woes

On a long awaited date
when good old Mr. Blake
came home rather late
the cake had a place in the plate

He slumped where he lay
anticipated something nicely baked
like a toad on leafy plate

A stage of innocence.
A true concience revealing.
Sea shells are shimmering
as shallow waters creep in.
Have you heard the echoes
through the fragile barrels
or seen the fleeting foes

Pictures, red.
Motionless and adorable.
One in a million memories.
Barely untouchable

Pictures, black.
Old and memorable.
Of long gone fantasies.
Of told untold stories.

Take a walk on the wildside.
Escape the prejudice and free
the nemises for a reason
as you shine.

Take a breath, ask yourself why.
Consume the vanity
and deny every guilt of concience

Left here last night and back
with an enormous load on my back.
Had an intention so inclined,
leaving here without my mind.

Never ever felt so blind
in search of what I could find.