blackbirds in the distance

blackbirds off in the distance
up ahead on the road
blackbirds off in the distance
upclose it's just
black tires worn and old

I wonder where I'm driving
will I be happy once I get there

aN aRTIST'S hEART

An Artist has two hearts
one similar to you and I
but there's a second
that beats rampantly
wildly, beastlike
the later the night
the harder it beats
creativity flows
like a volcano's peak
and you can't turn it off
once it's turned on

the artist can only hope
to sooth this savage unrest
for little awhile
before it starts again

yellow white blue

A seat with a view a view to the sky yellow white blue

tired rebel 2

hey tired rebel
aren't you tired
of your rebellion
it's been good
but your tired
and you don't feel
how you did
when you started

you were a first chair violin
now your a third seated cello

forget tomorrow today

I wasted today thinking about what I don't have tomorrow
I spent today thinking about what I can't spend tomorrow

break out and run

somtimes I wanna
sometimes I need to
sometimes I wanna
sometimes I need to

Break out and run
fast down the streets
past all the streets
fast through the woods
hoods to my back
no more concrete
feet on the grass
rain on my chest
lung start to burn
pain is what's left
fir in my heart
rain on my chest
looking at an empty sky
hello
is god still there

tired rebel

I see ya youn boy
guitar in your hands
fire in your heart
wanna take the world
don't know where to start

You feel it beaten out of you everyday
as responsibilities outweigh freedoms
what was the one song
we used to sing at the top of our lungs
feeling so high we were hung by the clouds in the sky

you see a battle that can't be won
you thought your laurels were enough to rest on
and there you sit on top of Mt. Laurel
king everthing nothing

guitars and guts

guitar stings were made of guts
stretched over a wooden instrument
and vibrated to make sound

freestyle may 30 2010

What one set you free
somehow now is your cage
I understand sympathize your rage
tell one joke
and they put you on a stage
prod you with a stick
and its you to entertain
they dont' know since then
that I've changed
put me in a mold and I'll break that
it's only a cacoon cause soon Ill sing a new tune
in a new clef
driving by and the only thing you hear is the bass clef

Fighting and Losing

Fight for what you want
But don't fight so hard
that you forget
what your fighting for
find yourself lost
fighting to win a war
and when you win the war
did you get what you
were fighting for
or did you lose it all

win the war

buried treasure

Don't bury hate in your chest
deep into your heart
leave that chest open
to fill it with treasure
and things that mean a lot