God Blues

If God played the blues, he’d give up a commandment to sound like this.
Truth.

GW

Go there with you

It was so right, it was so wrong
Almost at the same time
The pain and ache a heart can take
no one really knows . . .

GW

Need

Bad day.
Bad teeth.
Bad Dentist.
Puree my life.
Puuuhleessse.
What’s the use?
Maybe I just shouldn’t . . .

eat.

Something’s missing

Parallel Lines

they come together, only to tragically fall apart
never crossing over
these parallel lines of the heart
truth in the lies, lies finding light
never crossing over
these parallel lines, lost in the night
maybe there’s a future, living in the past of never, never
some things can never come together
parallel lines, going on . . .
forever

Face

Dark stuff here.
Nothing else but the essence of my dented soul.