Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries. Trouble me on the days when you feel spent. Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Trouble me. Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling; there's ...

Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. The hip flask slingin...

Over your shoulder, please don't mind me if my eyes have fallen onto your magazine for I've been watching and wondering why your face is changing with every line you read. All those lines and circles, to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me. If she would be wonderful, ...

That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy. Wild apple blossoms everywhere. Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me. There was no girl as warm as you. How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know. T...

10 Years - Now Is The Time LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang @ www.lrcgc.com @ Appetites reach all time highs No ones seems to care who dies Prey on every little thing in sight To kill or be Killed state of mind Anything to stay alive Never ever show your terrified It's a common ...

Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. He'll go live his mother's dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see. Her weight of sorrows...

That young boy without a name I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, the kid half naked and said to myself "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everbody uses...

He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases, takes small change from the poor box. Tyler has the key. He takes nail and hammer to tack up the banner of felt scraps glued together reading, "Jesus Lives In Me." Alone in the night he mocks the words of the preacher: "God is feeling yo...