Category Lyrics

When I write on empty page, it usually poetry or lyrics. They are a bit different but kinda the same also. Some are intended to become songs and have more of a rhythmic flow and rhymes, choruses, verses. Poetry is more loose but sometimes the poetry turns into lyrics and takes on a life of its own. And all great poetry has a great rhythm and flow to it. But poetry is more free, you can do anything, explore form. Scream and bleed.

Kill Yo Boss

another day at workit's only getting worseyou feel like you are stuck in reversewhen you close your eyesyou see this paradiseit's getting further awayso you dec

Crackerjack

got a dadbod but i dont got kidsi’m a rock god with a truckload of hitsbroke 40 last springwent walking the woodsgave away my thingsexcept these mad moods MAD A

Insecurity Guard

1It took me a while to get to that pointwhere i could stop making senseand start making centsTo break free from the norms that held me backAs an artists and as

Midnight Rider

its midnight and i’m driving down that highwayeveryone is sleeping but i’m just drivingdont know if i’m going the right awayoutside its snow

My Time Is Now

been a long time comingtook a holiday to hellnow i’m back again been a long time cookingwent to bed with deviland all her friends I WAS DOWN AND OUTBUT MY TIME

Alonely

nobody here to stroke my egonobody here to tell me who i am nonobody here to hear me be silentnobody here tocarry my weightto carry my weight ALONE BUT NOT LONE

Layers

I let go of another layerslowly but surelyanother old self I no longer needthose old ways of thoughts that torturedand crippled me for so longits burningits mel

Hard Living

living can be hardif you make it sothe road can be longif you dont know where it goeshappiness comessadness goeshappiness comesbut sadness knows THAT NOTHING IS

Countryside

sometimes i get this feelinglike i dont know where i’m supposed to bebut there’s this callingoh yeah its calling mekeep on getting all these signsevery day and

Viking Blues

28 years younghe’s a loaded gunmama says “get a real job”but he dont want onejust writes his poems and songs all dayuntil its time to go outside and play… HIS V