Hungry

if only there was more time
for tomorrow today
and every secret left behind
could find it's proper place

then we could stop running
perhaps even provide
if we just didn't care again
our family could survive

it sucks that we're so selfish
always chasing happiness
but why am i so empty
and you, constantly depressed

Just fit into their system
commit to all their lies
reality of walking dead
society of flies.

Takes money to eat.

Figured it out

I added a wishlist :) Just the necessities.

Stuck

Sorry guys. I got stuck here for a while. Facinated and inspired in a dark way. :)If you haven't yet- take a look at PostSecret. Then drop me a line.

What happened?

what happened
to the streetside poet
the teller of truths
the painter of worldly masks
what happened
to the one behind
the one beside
and ahead
once everywhere
but rare
i say
we need to hear it
come forward
to your revolution
words to capture
a forgotten
generation
a nation
of artists
living by the word
and dying by the word
starving for expression
pressed for lines
we sit as angels
on high
writing on mortal
time.

Out of Place

brown grass hills
in churchyard contemplation
animals caw
future revelation
the sun
hours from setting
rests quietly
above trees
with few
colored leaves
souls behind me
trapped or voluntary
birds fly
but never know
how many
follow behind
always heading toward
a kingdom of light

Ebay

I have decided to break down and learn to sell some of my art on ebay. Anybody have any pointers. I'll spend most of today studying, but I wrote some great southern gothic pieces when I was out of town yesterday. I'll post those later tonight. I love you ;)