O Cyclopes
As I walk through these dark gloomy halls I turn the light on and see a smiling face, laughing and taunting. And he asks, “but what is your name?” and I reply “I am nobody”
Album cover?
they were all the same
They were all the same
Verse
You left me and now you have returned,
But all you can say is “I’m back.”
And yet you act, o so concerned,
So when I turn away you ask.
“How could you forget about little ol’ me,
Didn’t you say you’re always mine?”
And with my sunken ship of a heart,
Her question was my reply.
Chorus
I walked away as alone as I came,
I became the man, barely by the name.
I spoke of love, and I spoke of game.
But in the end, they were all the same.’
Verse
You came on back with that stupid smile,
And that twinkle in your eye.
You figured it got you out once before,
So let’s give it another try.
“I don’t understand how you can be so cold,
Everyone makes mistakes.”
I turn away for another rhyme,
She cheated at too many games.
Chorus
I walked away as alone as I came,
I became the man, barely by name.
I spoke of love, and I spoke of game.
But in the end, they were all the same.
Nothing less, Nothing more
Rocking in my good chair,
I watch the fire crackle bright,
With a wonder of a future there,
Above any sort of sight.
And here I sit and wonder aloud,
As the trains go on by.
When will the forks be put down,
So I can slurp life dry.
In the cold, the dry new night,
A man walks up to my door.
He says, “I am an average man,
Nothing less and nothing more.”
And I stand in conserving awe.
My hands down at my side.
I tip my hat as he leaves my steps,
And hold his words up to the light.
A staring contest
There’s a bright sun staring me in the eye, and as my retinas slowly burn to a crisp I smile for I am winning this staring contest.
“Imagine a life without a recognized family; imagine dating without even the possibility of marriage”
Andrew Sullivan
“is paranoia always such a good thing? Or is it taking over? fear is a strange attribute to the human mind.”
C’est Moi
“Common sense ain’t common.”
“o the minds of some can be so predictable, and yet I can still be intrigued…however the inquiries of what I liked before are slowly slipping. Hmmmm”
Stephen M Wood
I want this tattooed on my left tricep =D
Son of the Man
He has fallen and he is beaten, though his wounds may be inside.
His lover and his best friend decided to hide a lie.
A child is raised for the seasons, moons come, they go, they pass.
Not soon enough, they decide it could never last…
She decided to finally tell him, of where the creature came.
The blue eyes and brown hair, was no coincidental game.
And instead of getting angry, at his ex wife and his friend’s show,
He smiles and replies, It doesn’t matter, I didn’t need to know.
You see I’m a man of simple taste,
Of morals and kindling care.
To me he is still my son,
God knows you weren’t there.
His genes are nothing but a word,
and the creation was a lie.
But I know he is my son,
No matter of your crime.
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