i wish i could reach out and rejoice with the world today.
can i sing alleluia in spite of myself?

Rivers never fill the oceans
But oceans always feel
The waters reaching deep inside them
I guess they always will

Love's a constant mission to a world you never spoke
Love, it keeps you wishing
My heart, it keeps me broke...


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confused words are appearing in my mind rolling around the world is a jumble of an unmanageable mountain of entangled thoughts that become visual memories trying to tear apart one image from the other to make sense of it all but cant I need to escape from the people from the place from my mind something holds us back its ingrained within us from childhood like chains they shackle us hinder us from the light in the world one has to look out of themselves grab that ladder and climb to the top of the world out of themselves and find the light wherever it may be some are capable of doing it on their own and others need to be slapped out of it

The winter's going to be cold.

why is being happy so natural for some,
yet impossible for others?
why are we predispositioned like this?
and who has the greater blessing?

hot water screaming
over the silence in my house
will someone get me out of this meltdown?


again? so soon?

this doesn't feel like rolling to the middle.
for me, either.

sandra, what would i do without you?
still, i don't want this song to ring so perfectly capturing.
what does that mean?

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summer heat through the porch screen
like time through my lungs
i am overcome, with your memory
there's a stain on my hands
of gasoline and sand,
and night comes again without asking

like a train car running off the tracks,
you can run behind, but you cannot get it back...

change comes like the splitting of wood
like the plow blade turns the soil on the ground
and the change comes like it should
you gotta die before you live
something's gotta give for you to find
what comes after

spare change in my pocket
falling from my jeans
you are fading from my dreams
with each sunrise
hot water screaming
over the silence in my house
will someone get me out of this meltdown?

and the change comes like the splitting of the wood,
like the plow blade turns the soil on the ground
and the change comes like it should
you gotta die before you live,
something's gotta give for me to find...what comes after

write the words, memorize the frame

it's so bittersweet, to leave you again

i left houston on a sunday
and i just can't explain
feels like a drug in my veins
all this changing, all this changing...