Fog, lifting
Light, glowing
Morning, living
- jpb (13 Aug 1999)
Friday, September 17, 2004
Olde Number 7
The bus smells different every day,
Sometimes it's nice, sometimes it 'aint.
I like it when it's empty,
Every new passenger is a surprise.
- jpb (13 Aug 1999)
Sometimes it's nice, sometimes it 'aint.
I like it when it's empty,
Every new passenger is a surprise.
- jpb (13 Aug 1999)
Snow
Snow, like dust covers the world this cold October Morning
Another season begins it's cycle forward.
Happening overnight, the world seems friendly again.
- jpb (unknown date)
Another season begins it's cycle forward.
Happening overnight, the world seems friendly again.
- jpb (unknown date)
The Air Was Heavy
The rain woke me this morning,
Thunder clapping as lightning pierced the sky.
On my way to work I noticed the coolness of the dull grey sky,
And how the trees hung heavy with moisture.
- jpb (11 Aug 1999)
Thunder clapping as lightning pierced the sky.
On my way to work I noticed the coolness of the dull grey sky,
And how the trees hung heavy with moisture.
- jpb (11 Aug 1999)
Untitled 1
Staring at your future scared of what you'll find,
Try to alter your perception with drugs of many kinds.
Your youth is leaving quickly, you grasp at every hour,
Some day you're gonna wake up and understand it's not in your power.
- jpb (20 Aug 1999)
Try to alter your perception with drugs of many kinds.
Your youth is leaving quickly, you grasp at every hour,
Some day you're gonna wake up and understand it's not in your power.
- jpb (20 Aug 1999)
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