Monday, March 16, 2009

Regrets

Today she cried
She realized her heart lied
Told her a story of happiness
When it was just blinded by is penis

Monday, March 2, 2009

Indise Edition

What can you do for me?
Why is it that your mind isn't free?
I can sense your fear
I may have choose to be here
But its Your hand on the gun
And, no way will I run
Let me caress your hand
Together we can stand
Powerful when we collide
Nothing causing us to run and hide
Our voices loud and proud
Trickling endlessly through the crowd
Slowly destroy your inner child
Your heart and mind runs wild
Don't blame your mistakes on the town
Show them how great you are, even if you are Brown