Melancholy inwards, only courage outwards, I am one of no sides.
Take the me from me and give nothing, a chance.
Expect the worst to prove right, looking for stars, no night.
Caffeine aphorisms, without assignations, in dance.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Mescal in the swell
The sea will drain you and then rearrange you. Anala
She's not a casual sinner she just wants you in her. Bombala
The wave will come here but you won't be there. Campala
So we say we like you and who is going to fight you. Luana
Here is where we leave you so get a life to cleave to. Moana
Heavy buds are running out among the stunning. Sharala
Take the surly riffer go and feel the pressure. Koala
Piece of eight to bait her comes to make a traitor. Forala
Then you sink to suffer and get off first to chase her. Jenala
Surfing down to part her who can feel the drama. Harada
She's not a casual sinner she just wants you in her. Bombala
The wave will come here but you won't be there. Campala
So we say we like you and who is going to fight you. Luana
Here is where we leave you so get a life to cleave to. Moana
Heavy buds are running out among the stunning. Sharala
Take the surly riffer go and feel the pressure. Koala
Piece of eight to bait her comes to make a traitor. Forala
Then you sink to suffer and get off first to chase her. Jenala
Surfing down to part her who can feel the drama. Harada
Happy New Year
May it be that you are the only person who could be married to the one you love.
May it be that you feel for once.
May it be that you find pure life,
and may it be that you think of and thank our Creator Father, Saviour and Confidante.
May it be that you feel for once.
May it be that you find pure life,
and may it be that you think of and thank our Creator Father, Saviour and Confidante.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Happy Christmas
There is a church in Mentone
that God has grown and grown.
Jesus our Lord
will take you on board
and carry you all the way home.
that God has grown and grown.
Jesus our Lord
will take you on board
and carry you all the way home.
Moen Poem
She doesn't cry anymore in the honeycomb of truth.
I don't know anymore when the world says forsooth.
A defiant vessel to adore from the brazier of youth,
so sallow and couth.
I don't know anymore when the world says forsooth.
A defiant vessel to adore from the brazier of youth,
so sallow and couth.
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Wednesday, October 27, 2010
It's been so long and I've been being.
agony’s mouth a blue line doubt
keeps us dumb and round about
leaves a starting time to shout.
West moves on and shakes its snout
wears a gun belt like a pout
keeps us dumb and round about
leaves a starting time to shout.
West moves on and shakes its snout
wears a gun belt like a pout
takes our lives so we have nowt
turns to you and what you felt.
They are pepper and we are celt.
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