These tunes we perform be only a score for ritual endured When we uphold the pure cure Humanity- The all-time great ungifted Needing presence in the present to ...

[VERSE I] It all began with the crying of children Searching the cold landscape for something to get the blanks filled in Boiling temperatures had the paint on...

* send corrections to the typist [VERSE I] There's no turning back- I left my home burning in flames this morning Knowing the day after creates a new day dawn...

[VERSE I] A poet of the streets who struggles with his own derangement The meek are skeletal remains under the pavement Made my peace with god we've made an ar...