Full moon

 
Ol' Fezziywig was the power of now...


Water flows in dark pipes only to be set free from the a copper prison.

Frozen thaws giving the finger like a petchlent child.

Coursing through my veins doesnt sound so spooky anymore

Tempo sets the mood= mood starts wills engine every time

House full of flies inside my thoughts,  todays  reason hasn't shown its hand

How can wrongs turn to rights when left looses sight of the carmed intention.

Smell sits in the corner while sight, taste and hear talk shit about the steps never taken.

Bump- hill- mountain ----replace the soil that never bothered anyone


" when I " only deals peace to the listener

Energy is the answer.

Black and white - theres no paper in that subscription

The kids run past the open arms of the grandmother only to settle for something more than the last spoils of a war never won


Theres a barbed wire book that needs no reader

Inside out , but never looking down will set you free.. the dream says,.. never to be used again.


Broad tilts her wrinkled neck - thats gunna hurt.