Keith

I haven’t been here in a while…for whatever reason people objected to the fact that I went on Instagram…i can’t seem to understand why

“U”

You don’t want me anymore..to fall out of live is not that easy..when I was so in love with you..repetition teaches..its Sunday night time to put the the trash out..you don’t want me anymore..my tears are waiting for a vessel

Electric Seeds

Storm Trooper..when you were young…you could fight the fearless foe..but as the war closes…you want nothing to do with being a veteran..you rather flipped the switch…then to keep paying the electric bill

Disco Silly

Silver stones the pain is excruciating..the physical..the metal..&the inconceivable..I’ve turned a blind eye because I just wanted to grow old with you..but instead of sitting&rocking with you..I’m growing mold in all the wrong places

Frank&TheCaptain

Burning eyes…you took the hold out of me cubbard and a bone…the wolf howls…at the faces in the moon..necessities were essential…a plate and a fork..what did you say..a plate and a fork

Once a thickle

Once upon a time…the happy sad man

Was all A sediment..hold my hand around my lips..and a ear called Tony..i had a slick hair do long before those happy days

It foes

It doesn’t seem to matter what I say or what I do..the word love has been miss spelled..like an old bone that lost its flavor all that matters is the marrow and I’ll never be able to get to that..like a bone..i’ll keep chewin..for in my mind the taste that once was…will still be

Noah

I’m havin a hard time..too much dead seas ..it wasn’t suppose to be.. but nevertheless..its not a celebration…the shores are covered with dead fish…its a wake before the flood..you try to save as much as you can… as the body of the ocean twists&turns…so does what’s a head..to wake the taste buds to remember the sweet..let us come…take us to the waters..wash our bodies with it…wild are these..again&again

Nickels Dimer

Let the voyage begin..the enthusiasm mounts..but in reality theres only 2speeds slow&stop

I miss u sew

There’s isn’t a particluar space to dwell..only the lonely will try and dance…out of step…I want the raw appeal……….. I am the genuine migraine