The Pro’s band took a break in between sets, and I sat there looking at the four shot glasses, knowing exactly who I chose but I needed to get them separated so the pressure was off of me. Looking at...

I felt like a homeless in the banquet of life I fed on leftovers Of what angry gods had left.

If my paper would speak,what would it say?Would it push away my pen if I write today?And how would the paper feel? Maybe it would feel oh so special.Because I carved in it words so sweet.Maybe it would fear my...

Breeze come take me find me a new place to roam love come make me travel too far from home blue in the eyes of sadness green to the promise I pray brown to the dirt that found me...