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He’s locked down in his hole under the stairs,Breathing the stale subterranean air.Where the spiders are cranky and the silverfish eatAll my skritchy scratch paper. That’s where I keep my hidden genius. My hidden genius. He’s starved for attention. … Continue reading
Everyone asks, Are we some kind of lovers?Everyone asks what you’re doing with me.I know this is not what they want…They’re afraid you’ve been blinded.But I already know how it’s going to be…If anyone should ask, say we’re Mated.For as … Continue reading
Can’t be bought or sold or faked… That kind of Love.It always gives itself away, That kind of Love.Wiser than the wisest sage, It’s innocence makes me ashamed,‘Til I’m not sure I can take That kind of Love. Pride and … Continue reading
I waited in the car outside the airport, as she ran in to get him.I could see them through the glass.The plane arrived on time. The man’s on time, His life runs just like clockwork, but his face is just … Continue reading
They’re in the front seat. He’s got the radio lowAnd the moon hangs over Idlewild as the planes touch down.He is talking, but she’s not listening…She is thinking of her father, who died when she was young.I’m in the back … Continue reading
I wanna hold you now and listen to you breathe.It’s like the ocean’s sound, whispering through the trees.In the hollow of your shoulder, there’s a tidepool of my tears.Where the waves came crashing overAnd the shoreline disappeared.Oh, baby, close your eyes. Fly back there … Continue reading
We were there in the woods, by the water.We left our packs up against that willow tree.We dove right in, keeping just what we were born with,Our Memories, our Knowledge and our Dreams.As I swam away from our possessions,I imagined … Continue reading
Let me ride on the wall of death one more time.Let me ride on the wall of death one more time.You can waste your time on the other rides,but this is the nearest to being alive.Let me take my chances … Continue reading
I was a fine romantic. I would have followed you Across the wide Atlantic into the wild blue. When every tear was hopeful, I never missed my pride. When suffering was noble and the truth, denied. You should have … Continue reading