A renewed interest is typically sure
A delayed reaction followed by a impossible cure
When your lack of civility reaches its peak
You begin to see flaws week after week
The relationship is beginning to rapidly rot
sharp cutting words prevent the blood clot
Typically you would normally care
the sound of her voice is pulling your hair
Every comment or answer is sarcastic as hell
A miserable switch to antagonize you to yell
Tired of fixing broken and or trying to change
Like A broke down dog you feel enraged
years have blown by in a blink
Silence together is getting more impossible each week
Friday, December 31, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
TERRA-BOUNTY
The raven and the widow never do they fight
Blacker than black darker than night
spinning a web or prowling in flight
Tera predation natures bounty hunters birthright
An iron spider on a copper road
destiny spelled out in white lines bold
The jet black raven above with its spread wings to behold
Like a strech of dark asphalt
the silent copper sunset setting on the road
Blacker than black darker than night
spinning a web or prowling in flight
Tera predation natures bounty hunters birthright
An iron spider on a copper road
destiny spelled out in white lines bold
The jet black raven above with its spread wings to behold
Like a strech of dark asphalt
the silent copper sunset setting on the road
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Riden ol lightning
riding the rope Chasing the dream
Riding ol lightning for a 8 second scream
Whether white, brindle, black or brown
Get tossed ,stomped , or drug around
no mercy here only a fat barrel -o- clowns
The 8 second rides are the ups
Broken bones are the downs
Pull up your boots and tie down yer hat
The slobbering brindle is starting to get pissed
With a 8 count to spare
Ride the silent lightning ,tough guy
You could win the golden belt buckle or the big twin pair
Riding ol lightning for a 8 second scream
Whether white, brindle, black or brown
Get tossed ,stomped , or drug around
no mercy here only a fat barrel -o- clowns
The 8 second rides are the ups
Broken bones are the downs
Pull up your boots and tie down yer hat
The slobbering brindle is starting to get pissed
With a 8 count to spare
Ride the silent lightning ,tough guy
You could win the golden belt buckle or the big twin pair
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