Picture this: you’re eighty-three and open up a photo book All your family’s front of you and sees each smile; every look I assume most in the room have not even been born of yet But each of them, with every grin, will hear the things you won’t forget You will sit there and recall … More Gratitude
Prisons profit, peasants plea, but they don’t seem to listen, see Why should I abide by men when law can make me rich again? Tell me more about this thing, this concept carved into your ring Tell me of this thing you touch this, thing you claim that you call “justice” I’ve created all the … More Prisons Profit
If you lived inside a padded tower and held all of the people’s power never sweating on your brow What would you do? Would you make the people cower, would you make them serve somehow, would you make the people bow? Or do you think that you would prove? Prove what? I’m glad you asked, … More Moonstruck
Come and help me hang this mast I’m moving out this house of glass I’m setting sail, here hold this nail To hammer out all my past No one is the someone that they knew themselves as yesterday People know that people grow and change the things they used to say Life is learned and … More Hindsight
Things are changing for me lately, each day for me seems like a haze Ink in wells and all these spells that’s how I spend all of my days Conversations that don’t mean much. Shallow talk I won’t even touch. My hateful thoughts are so enflamed I saw one light up and combust. Don’t care … More Behind Bars
Recognize where my intentions lie by looking deep into my eyes, you will find I don’t disguise the things that others try to hide – I hate the lies, I hear the cries of all the lives they criticize while all they do is formalize and advertise how we should live and demonize the ones … More Morgan Le Fey
Samuel Jack was forty six In his first big gig: that flick Pulp Fix Martha Stewart was no name Till forties came, then she gained fame Guess who else was in their fours When striking gold: yup, Henry Ford There was another forty-man You might know him: Abraham McDonalds serves both me and you Ray … More It’s Fickle, Fame
You want to know what stands between The things they write, and what I mean? Not one word have I wrote and thought I hope this is something they bought The words I write aren’t things to sell They’re all just stories that I tell Art is not a craft of number Art is lightning, … More My Sacred Psalm
Seven cities, froze in time, sit upon this realm of mine I gave them will and stopped ‘fore eight, and rest to watch what I create I let them build and make their own, and don’t influence how they’ve grown City One seems to dictate, and writes that rights are of the state What the … More Seven Cities, Froze in Time
Calm yourself, come closer, near For there’s a sound that I wish you to hear Close your pretty eyes, love, and just try to listen in Yes, I see you grinning to the tune of violin Lay down the things around you All the weight those shoulder’s bear Step into my room, love Shut out … More Life’s True Journey
How the World Should Work 