Throw open the flood gates
Throw down with the best
Come out swinging and bite
the bullet with me
Sky blue, tantric orange
peel back the pages
of my life
Take notice and heed this
warning that I say
Fallen down, a spiral of fault
selling a lie, not mine
Forbid fruit of the garden
in my pocket, out the back door
with no plan in store
Caress your fears, coddle my ego
with poison and comforting regret
Carry this secret with you
in the lynchpin of blame
that weighs your heart
down amist the fog of hell
Salient guilt trips
lying ahead in the road
Broad sided character
assassination
Licked by the rest
Stop the press
more is less?
The train is on the track
broke my mother's back
because I couldn't
pick up the slack
fortunes are squandered
not all who are lost
will wander
forgotten by the sun
glistening gun
I'm undone
Thursday, January 27, 2005
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