Monday, May 16, 2011

Born in Blood


Born in blood a shadow within
That day a dark passenger crept in
Bathed in a crimson pool
A sight that is shown in no school
A little boy lost his innocence
Eyes froze, heart that has no Conscience
A fellow traveler devoid of emotion
Killing the killers evens his commotion
Follows a code when he hits the road
He has no baggage, he carries no load
He stalks his prey and waits for the hunt
Under the wrap of darkness a needle goes in
The sinner wakes on a table, will now pay for his sin
A monster awakens and the mask slips
Steely knifes, plastic sheets are his keeps

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Front Seat


She sits on the front seat
Linger long on front seat
Her hair is long
She moves like a song
Her smile is like a knife that is recently sharpened
I know there is nothing that can happen

She sits on the front seat
Linger long on front seat
Her name is music
Her steps fall in rhythm  
She has wisdom and she knows what to do
She has me and she has you


  • - My version of Jim's Love street

Monday, May 9, 2011

Me & My Backpack


Towering mountain on my back
Woods all around
Gentle stream flows by
Thunder roars and rain pours on my tent
And it’s me and my back pack
I sit mesmerized at natures might
The lightning turns the sky bright
Scarred I turn my music from loud to louder
I am suddenly at peace
All doubts and fear cease to exists
I surrender to the only might
In the night and starlight
Just me and my Backpack