Thursday, March 06, 2003

I don't know how to write anymore.

I don't think I'm ever going to get up again

"I love you"
No you don't.

What part of our history is re-invented and under rug swept?

All of it I believe.

And I'm afraid to peel it open.

Tuesday, March 04, 2003


Quite badly.

Monday, March 03, 2003

Voodoo Girl

Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking our of heart.

She has a beautiful set
of hypno-disk eyes,
the ones that she uses
to hypnotize guys.

She has many different sombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has s curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,

The pins stick further in.
~Tim Burton

Sunday, March 02, 2003

I Dreamed a Dream

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their word inviting.
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting.
It all went wrong.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life woth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed taht God would be forgiving.

Then i was young and unafraid
And dreams were made, and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days
With endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came.

And still i dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms that we cannot weather.

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed

I dream a dream, of stages and song, of words and notes, of a life bigger then ours, and a space wilder then the mind.