You are going to drink lake Michigan.
Gallons and Gallons.
Big big dreams internet man,
I hope you can do it.
Hell, I hope you do it so well you ruin the entire ecosystem around Lake Michigan.
Chase your dreams kid.
Category: dark
Moving Van Blues
Steps and Cement.
Do I even want this?
A soundtrack to angsty times.
The triple shadows call out,
Screaming with every step.
Exhale,
Heartbeat quickens.
Thoughts are like a map.
The park is empty and we stand behind a moving truck.
Mumbled lyrics and paranoid stares.
A man name Isaiah.
Dead.
Rust and Decay
The world is a beautiful place,
Yet it seems most of the world forgets.
Self absorbed and so ordinary it hurts,
They are denying the ugly and their only edge.
Force beautiful sunsets upon us,
Looking up, blinded by the brightness.
Creating beautiful lyrical poems,
Rhyming and making you shed a tear.
But I am always looking down,
Call me Valjean.
Textures, dirt, scratches, rust, decay, death
Thats the real beauty.
Never look up,
You just might lose the power to see the beauty beneath you.
Denny
album after album
the empties pile higher
than the hopes inside
we chain smoke watching
a diamond crushed beer can glisten
when the sun sets at the right angle it
shimmers on the porch like
alcoholism
Boat Shoes
No socks and
boat Shoes
In the depth of winter
A man in the city and
not a nautical outing in sight
Like a sailor
never destined to sail
Like a Car salesman
never to sell
Don’t let your shoe choice limit you
Lividity
Paradise
Paradise is subjective
An island retreat,
Or a warm embrace,
To a quiet room.
Or the sound of you enemies blood hitting the floor…
While the sirens flicker,
Red,
Blue,
Red,
Blue.
Starrfishing 