You're Welcome

If you're sad, broke or numb
You can always come home

If you're lost and need some hope
You can always come home

If you've hit you're last note
You can always come home

Or even if its all gone well
You can still come home

— HDLMM

Winter Kitty

I am a Winter Kitty
I take my medicine bitterly
I take my time, But not really

I always have to be so pretty.

Saturday

Better than it was before
I see through the open doors
As the sounds of the streets regret
Everything they haven't yet seen
And found the answers we're all searching for
Between the ceiling and the floor
I need more and more
To even out the score

So take my hand or leave it
You know I don't just need it
I want to receive it
As a gift

Don't want to wonder where to go
I just want to know
I want to see you blindly
And leave all the bad behind me

Thank you for your time
I know you're maybe mine
I want you to be free
I just want you to see

3,000+ miles (Journey to The End)

Its hard to say nay to a beautiful boy who wants to fuck.

When your a 'beautiful' chick who likes to cluck.

In a fucked up world in rut.

In a three piece suit pounding the clutch,

Revving faster towards a dead end that knows

Where the sun don't go,

Believing the lie that we all learn to grow

From these fucked up situations we now know as home.

In the Winters Fall the breeze subsides,

But only in front of our eyes

The tide still rises

High.

A break from reality,

The way its ought to be.

The way its got to be.

Its all in the way we're taught to see.

A lot of the friends I had as a kid got fried.

Like a TV dinner you microwave for 3:45.

Be them dead or alive,

Gone at 25

Wether it was on drugs or some other means

To bite the hand that feeds.

So what's it gonna be then eh?

Its another day so decide if you want to drink too much and say too little,

Or man up enough to play the god damn fiddle,

Its just the beginning

Not the end

And now I know that you'll always be my friend

T.W.F.C. -

Never meant to be the one that hurt you.

Funny how you were the only one who never through

Down your cards to let me win off a losing hand.

And for that I will always be your friend.

30 April

P38 Lightning

Over grown
With undertones
Non conformist
With a twist
Peace of mind?
My last piece left . . .

Sunk and still sinking
Drunk and still drinking
Gone but still thinking
Last laugh and winking.

Strong enough?

Forgotten syllables
I bomb like a tranquil hit

Super-imposed
Lost but have chose

Sink or swim; overdosed