why limit yourself to the sky?
plenty of constellations out there to explore
peace seems to come in like high tide and then go out again, never staying for very long
my spirit got broke...smashed into pieces long ago, shreds of glass laying on the floor
waiting for a sympathetic broom to come along
there was no spring in my step because there was winter in my heart
snowbound and incommunicado
It was an ugly gray day to most*** I found it most beautiful
it was a time of dark days and darker nights
yes, I do wear my sunglasses at night
the black dog is coming around more and more frequently
he wants me to pet him and I will soon
he ran across the street and beckoned me
just then, a city bus flew by and I dreamed what could have been
there was nothing I could do but go to a bar downtown and get hammered
success in the art of life is knowing when to stop painting
I never know when to stop, I should have stopped a long time ago
turned in my brushes and paints
love is love, war is war, but death is final
the stars have always promised much but delivered little
so I’ll meet you at the corner of despair and hopelessness streets
we’ll drink a few shots and then return to whence we came
we all follow a crooked path, but some are more crookeder than others
sometimes the future looks brighter after a few drinks
sometimes you don’t see one at all
the first six times I fell down, I got up
the seventh time I fall, I’ll stay down on the floor...the hell with it
