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He was born a Scentless Apprentice

Well maybe I can get this right. Eventually. This is my personal space?

Ahhh. Lots of room. Very comfortable. I dig.

on Feb. 27 2007

Domesticated Life on the Road

I'll play you a song
I'll make my guitar sing
You can follow along
If it's what you want to be

Ohhhh, what to do?
I'm just sitting here, thinking of you.
And nothing seems to go away
from yesterday.
And now I think I'm dying.
Because I hear you crying.
And I've found out
What I don't know I know.....
What I don't know I show.

The images vanish away,
right from under my tongue.
I wish we could fly away,
and play under this sun.
We don't know it.
But we can feel.
I hope I don't blow it.
Please don't break that seal.

Ohhhh, I think I'm falling again.
I'm in need of a friend.
And you step up and smile.
And I laugh all the while.
Because the happiness that is me
Is in you too, I see.
We're all happy.
And we'll have a good time.
No it's not sappy.
We'll just stand in the light of the lime.

And nothing seems the same.
Not even my own name.
As the clouds pass by
and I fly high
seeing new sights
hearing new lights.
All with you.



on Feb. 22 2007

Yeah, my first poem in awhile.

There's a lot of things I'd love to draw
But upon my prescence the scene I saw
Was oh too harsh so I moved on
Into the woods that have since long gone.
Travel on into the wind
With stamps and letters it's love I send
To the towns back home that I've forgotten
But they found me and shot me spot on
Now as my blood flows into the creeks
I see the scene I was searching to seek
Into the sky a fall bird flies.
A bullet shot, it falls and dies.
Onto my lap, as I lay with blood.
My only friend, it's from above.

on Feb. 27 2007

The Czar's Rhythm

Let's get on up
To get ready for the down
Light your smokes
We're headin' out to town
Oh the sound
Breaking away from my ears
As we speak
In the corner of my eyes
I can hear a little leak.
Well we'll move on out
So you can move in
If you're not dizzy yet
Let's give you a spin
Crazy, psychedelic
Hazy, an old relic
Sitting int he back of this car
Lovin' as we create the scar
The scar of a journey
The scar well lived
Above par from the rest
The czar's shindig
Ain't got nothing, if you've got me
You've got nothing, you'll come to see
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