Painting MemoriesWe stand at the ready, smiling in delightStaring at the white wall before our eyesPicking our colors and areas to smiteTo spread our joy all over the wallThe wall is bare as it towers highA plan to change that is in the worksCowboy and Miss Kitty are in it togetherThe Bonnie and Clyde of love, as it goesAs we choose our huesWe are smiling and laughingThe balloons of purple and bluesReds, greens and yellowsWith no words needed to begin the festivitiesBalloons fly and laughter followsThe white wall falters to us loversAs we stand together, painting memories
A Lil' Belt-FedCome on in off that muddy bayou, y'all,Smellin' that honeysuckle waft on by,Pass that burnin' taste of Cajun moonshine,Right on over here, to the fire-side,That be this ol' boy's medicine,To compensate the new times upon us,Technology don't appeal much to me,And Katrina ain't done run us off,Just need me a truck, woman, and some guns,I drink whiskey partyin' 'n iced tea relaxin',Ol' Hank Williams and Tab Benoit playin' slow,While we roll on down that dirt road,If you don't like it, y'all can go right 'head 'n,Kiss my good ol', lily-white, country-boy ass,I like my nights hot and wild with my girl,'Cause I'll soon
Swallowing The GunBang!Unto this life I am whelped; helpless and pathetic,Years flashing into view quickly until the pain begins,This world, so crude and hateful, turning most of us,We mewling, pathetic creatures, forgetting what we are,Dominant or submissive,Bastard or bitch,User or used,Alive or dead.Broken, beaten, damned,Thought of "what point is there" crosses our minds,Fifteen, twenty, twenty-five,Still forgetting what is crucial,Can we sit here and do it,Swallow the gun, pulling the trigger,Waking, finally, in a world of new light,With color, meaning and love; the admission given.Standing from the bathroom floor, shaking slightly,
But I don't play battlefield games...
Anyway, nice stamp ^^