Pouring A Tall Wine In The Fine Crystal

Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystalThe fancy stuff from our Wedding dayLeaving behind clothing as we speakYour look disregards anything I have to say My eyes are up here, my beautiful BridePlease focus on my charm & witI can tell you only desire one thingBut first lady, you’re going to have to submit

Civil Disobedience

Civil disobedienceMarching against their sullen grainPublic executions of our citizensThe ones whom systematically resemble our pain Exhibitions of our worst character traitsThe trembling hands with transcribed bloodOutside of the panoramic eyeYet all the same, caught in the seismic flood A taciturn refusal to simply existCheck your feed for what revolutionaries sayBold proclamations & campaign slogansBut

There’s A Beautiful Woman I Know

There’s a beautiful woman I knowShe’s waiting for me on the shoreThe letters say she’s been lonelyDon’t want her to feel it anymoreI close my eyes & silently pleadPlease Captain, full steam ahead‘Cause I got a lady back home& She’s waiting for me in our bed

Feeling A Great Need To Create

Feeling a great need to create This is a crazy world today When will we ever thrive when We don’t remember what we say Hidden slowly in your dreams Reality hinders our solutions Time tocks against us now Feeling abstract absolution

She’s Out There Again

  She’s out there againDancing in the moonlightIt’s easy to tellThings just aren’t rightIt got to be too muchLife went too farShe doesn’t say much anymoreEvery night she wanders under the stars