pretty little town

pretty little town

all the right things

all the right neighbors

pretty little town

so clean

so beautiful

so perfect

pretty little town

easy to live

easy to play

pretty little town

no thanks.

gritty,

dirty,

harsh,

little place

perfect for me.

 

music

vibrating in my soul

shuffling down the street to

my own beat

oh yeah,

i can feel it now

seeping out of my fingers

into the air

surrounding me

my music

 

 

To a mother

To a mother I hardly knew,

I remember your

Smiling face

Tickling hands

Kool cigarettes

Pepsi cola

To a mother I once knew,

I remember you

Peacefully walking around the house

Calmly answering to my many questions

Gently caring for me

To a mother I long for,

I wish that I had

Known you longer

Loved you more

Yours truly

A God…

A God that I don’t

believe in

saves me

 

God bless you

Have a blessed day

Sincerity

 

A God I don’t

believe in

saves me

 

On my ride to work everyday old neighbors shot out blessings, wave and inquire about me.

 

 

Stop Pretending

You without struggles
without heartfelt experiences
You with made up problems
made up anger
You who pretend to care
Please shut up
Stop pretending
to know who we are
to know our struggle
You without problems
Please sit down
Please stop pretending

 

I like to write when I am angry or especially passionate about something. Today was one of those days.