Don’t put on your red dress
for he doesn’t know the meaning
he doesn’t want the commitment
he doesn’t care for the color.
The red dress you love to wear
that’s stained from wine and beer
but still carries so much meaning
for who could find a second red dress
Don’t go out on your red dress
for the man who wants nothing more
to screw around and doesn’t understand
the meaning behind a simple red dress.
A red dress for when you dance.
A red dress for when you cry.
A red dress for when you need it.
A red dress for when you care too much.
Don’t put on your red dress for him darling
he doesn’t care for the meaning.
Put it away in the closet, and rarely wear
for he doesn’t deserve your dear red dress.
God called in sick today
God called in sick today,
and the sky is dancing.
People walked hand in hand
singing in tune with the damned.
Running without stories
'this is what tragedy feels like'
dead is the new alive
but misery loves company.
Racing with the devil
one doesn’t dare stop against
the lord of the dammed
he laughs against the concrete.
Can one play with madness
as they dance on clouds of mind?
Heavens a lie when butterflies are flying in hurricanes
And God takes a day off.
Wasted time throwing rocks at stars
souls refuse their eternal rest
they drink a cup of galaxy for breakfast
hymn of the shameless.
Obsession is an ugly word.
When dead becomes the new alive
the devil walks the earth
and God takes a day off work.
Death Takes Two Sugars
Death knocked on the door
Tea with the Rabbit
Tea with the rabbit today
And when he danced and sang
He said he was late
"The Queen of Hearts is evil"
Dormouse his friend of valiant honor
And my one and only friend sat across
Tea was scalding as it poured down my throat
Merry unbirthday and cheers
Change is coming
Daddy, I love you.
I drew on the walls
when life wasn’t enough
the drawings were scribbles
that made no simple sense
yet when I drew they came alive
my heart and soul expressed
pretty ponies and dinosaurs
all simple scribbles of mine
when the parent returned
and saw my mess
the blood that stained
drew a prettier picture than
my simple scribbles
Little Drummer Boy
Little drummer boy goes marching on
rat a tat tat encourages the men of battle
and little drummer boy marches on.
Little drummer boy age of twelve
never had his very first kiss
marches with men and makes himself one.
Little drummer boy misses his mom
ran away from home for glory
didn’t know that war was gory.
Little drummer boy stained red
watched his friends fall dead
little drummer boy wasn’t a boy anymore.
when bullets rained right as rain
soldier boy sat in Armageddon
piteous rain covering his sight
hiding the blood soaked muck
single shot left in chamber
weapon left in desperate times
spinning chamber round
fiery pain burns shoulder down
enemy staggering forward bounds
cowards way out or hero’s duty?
fear hit the heart, plagued the brain
soldier boy took the cowards exit.
Love don’t fail me now
Dreams don’t make a sound
Nothing more can be said
For I am a dandelion
In love with a rose
And all I have left
Is unrequited love
And dreams of naught
Modern Day Romeo and Juliet
To die, to sleep- to sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this moral coil, must give us pause.
The wind used to whisper things to me; even in the dead of night it would come forth, spewing its single phrase of nonsense words that never made sense. For there never had to be enough wind, there never had to be a cold night, whenever there was a doubt, the wind would answer the call.