In A Line of Vagabonds
Take down the pictures,They’ve been there too long,Pack up that suitcase,Of worn out old songs,And when you find me,I’ll be the last,In a line of vagabonds,On the wayward side,Of all the good times gone wrong.You travel my way,You’ll be my only one,We’ll talk about some day,But it won’t ever come,And when you find me,I’ll be […]
Or I Can Wait…
I can see with the eyes of a stranger.I can speak in the voice of a medium.I can hear with the ears of the desolate.I can walk in the sands of reason.I can crawl to the walls of insanity.I can forebear the translucent hypnosis of fate.I can know more of love,And less of hate.Or I […]
The Dust That Stirs My Feet
I am alone,Impaled by night,A spoon of sadness,A discarded light, Wistfully, I dream away,The untold stories,I cannot say.Tepid water,Or sparkling creek,What is it that I seek?Perhaps the dust that stirs my feet,Is only there,To make me think. – Sinz
Be the Fight
Talk is cheap,When bread is high,The whispers of some,Are the words of lies,Be not the struggle,Be the fight. – Sinz
Sofia’s Lament
Sofia is lamenting,In the limelight,The season took its vibrance,Any fear is healing,And resolve is tangential.- Sinz
So Much Bad, So Much Good
There’s so much bad in the best of us, and so much good in the worst of us, that it ill behooves any of us to talk about the rest of us. – The Restless Gunsinz
Bad Dreams, Bad Dreams
She lived alone,And died that way,They buried her,In a pauper’s grave,No one knew,What she left behind,But they’d find out,With the test of time.Their seemed to be,Something amiss,All thought she died,Penniless,They put her in,A shallow grave,And so the story goes.But soon the tale,Begins to go,From bad to worse,The ebb and flow,Of good and evil,Don’t you know,Bad […]
Bad Time, Good Time
Even when you are having a bad time, you should also be having a good time.” – Esinz
Let the Kazoos Ring
At Kazoo U, In Kalamazoo, Where the membranophone, Is the thing to do, There float the melodies of songs you knew, Happy Birthday and Jingle Bells, To name a few, On Top of Old Smokey, Is another one too. If there’s music to be heard and seen, The tiny instrument adds to its brilliant gleam, […]
Hell Is Waiting
Get some shuteye, boy. We ride at dawn. Hell is waiting. We all gotta die sooner or later.Jeez dad, you’re just taking me to school. – Sinz