God AlmaybeI'm creating my own supreme beingHe's six-five, and he likes to gambleAsk JobDon't ask EinsteinMy old system required solitudeCigarettesAnd short prayersDirected nowhere in particularIs this what God is?Something we mold,Something that fits our eccentricities,Our sins?My higher power must be real.I've suffered no terrible consequencesAfter all the horrible things I've done.My higher power must be betting on me.
Right On TimeWhen I saw youI was awestruckI was doomedYou could never sin in my eyesWhen I touched youI was speechlessI was happyYou could barely be more than a dreamWhen I held youI was hopefulI was selfishYou were everything I'd ever wanted
Those Meant to Protect UsNo. No, Daddy. Please not there!
AlcoholicWe drink because we're from the countryWe drink because we're from the cityWe drink because we're still youngWe drink because we're too oldWe drink because our parents abandoned usWe drink because our parents were strict with usWe drink when our children are bornWe drink when our dog diesWe drink Blood Marys at breakfastWe drink martinis at lunchWe drink wine with dinnerAnd we have a scotch on the rocks to cap off the nightWe need no rhyme or reason,We rarely even need a glass,We barely even need to be awakeIf there's a drink, then a drink we'll take
My FriendsMy best friends are all memories.
Sing, Scream, WhisperTheir sex spoke of life's secrets.
The Plutonic Law of GraceLoving someone elsePetrified; a lifetime sharedOur tilted hopes drift
The Real Truth: MarijuanaThe Real Truth: Why People Smoke Marijuana If someone ever tells you they smoke because they "just enjoy the act of smoking", or really, anything else. They're lying. The reason people smoke marijuana is because after you smoke you can sit down to a song and it takes you. That song is the only thing in the world. All of your attention and analysis is focused on something that seems to be playing just for you. Sure, anyone could love something that much sober, but that would take a lot of effort. With marijuana, it's natural. Patience is freely given to you. People smoke weed because, honestly, it takes real effort to be that human sometimes.
my frozen heartthe winter is harshmy hands are coldthe gloves are unnecessarymy heart is so coldthat he looks a bit like to this frozen lakePrisoner from the Icehe knows not breathehe suffocates like our love
the beauty of his dreamsher eyes are blueher hands are soft as silkher body is a dreamthe her hair coloris black like darknessI draw every curvetaking careof forget no detailsher pretty breaststhat i want to caressand her luscious mouthshe is beautifuljust as the sunShe poses for mei like this girlwe are friendsand me, I want to kiss her i want her loveShe is the inspirationof my worka precious stonethat shines everytimethat her face smiles