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Joe Arpaio needs no help from me getting attention. For years he has been a beacon of bigotry and intolerance for all the world to see. The list of human and civil-rights abuses he’s committed in Maricopa County is long and well documented.
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Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
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I wanna be your happiness.I wanna be your common sense pain.
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Well morning came, and it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown.Shopping malls are opening in that narrow hallway of downtown,filled with people who are shopping for their lovers and their friends,singing 'I won't ever be lonely again'
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I guess the best that I can do nowis to pretend that I've done nothing wrongand to dream about a trainthat's gonna take me back where I belong
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Everything that happens is supposed to be And it's all pre-determined, can't change your destiny Guess I'll just keep moving, someday maybe I'll get to where I'm going
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There's a cat in the window, of the house of my lover.Well she sleeps there alone now, or perhaps with another.Oh I try no to think about that, I try not to think at all!
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It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting, well, I call that living
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There is no Hell when you die so don't look so worried
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I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too longThen you blink and it's gone
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I find that life is easier when it is just a blurWith no details to confuse who or what or where I wasSo when the ending comes the full regret will be obscure
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If you walk away I'll walk awayfirst tell me which road you will takeI don't want to risk our paths crossing somedayso you walk that way I'll walk this way
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I want to be the surgeon who cuts you openWho fixes all of life's mistakesI want to be the house that you were raised inThe only place where you feel safe.
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And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebookBecause my hand thinks I'm an artistBut my heart knows I'm a poetIt's just words they mean so little to me.
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Ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.
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You’ve been a father to me.Your 1960’s speak.Gives me comatose joy like re-run TV.While the mountainside was shining.Wild colors of my destiny
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Now I'm hunched over a typewriterI guess you call that paintin' in a caveAnd there's a word I can't rememberand a feeling I cannot escape
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So don't be fooled, so don't get lied to Love was always cruel And don't act strange, don't be a stranger It happened to me, now it's happening to you But if you'd take that train underwater Then we could talk it through
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And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
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I like the Alice in Wonderland sculpture in Central Park. I love how it's been rained on forever and looks worn down by time.
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My parents ask if I'm alright; I say 'I've just been staying up too late.I need to sleep' I need to do something!To get this awful weight up off my chest,keep her pretty ghost from chasing me!
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So I go back and forth foreverAll my thoughts they come in pairsOh I will, I won't, I doubt, I don't,I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
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so immagine what you want and hold onto that thoughtcause thats as close as it will ever comeand believe you're were you're arekeep acting out the partbut at the end of the daythe trees all get wheeled awayand you'll be standing alone in a blank, blank space
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Although Omaha is my birthplace and the place I grew up, I don't see myself spending extended amounts of time there. I feel almost more comfortable and more at peace in New York.