Jun 29, 2011

sometimes I hit / sometimes it robs me blind

my life is but a coin that's pulled from an empty pocket
it's dropped into a slot with dreams of sevens close behind
and these hopes and these fears go with it
and the moon and the sun go spinning
like the numbers and the fruits before my eyes

Jun 27, 2011

there's another round for you

know your head is spinning
broken hearts will mend
this is our beginning
coming to an end