One Word In Edge Wise

GIVE IT 2 ME

2008-07-10T23:35:00.001-07:00

MADONNA - GIVE IT 2 ME

2008-07-10T23:26:00.001-07:00

Toxic Sweetness

2007-09-22T15:06:00.002-07:00

Written by Crybaby
copyright 2010

I graze through the isles
into my basket all of my eggs seem to be in one
I search through more isles
another marketing scheme to mold into
they say to only shop the outter rim of a grocery store
everything in the middle is garbage and bad
processed and radiated to cause your slow death
my lips roll up on the rim of a hope
my treacherous heart continues wondering
down numbered rows gazing
everything packaged so nicely

A small printed logo
you contain an artificial sweetness
you contain words I can't pronounce
I have to put you back you're bad in someway
I stand all afternoon in a line
flipping through magazines looking for the ideal day
inventing ways to play out time
and almost I think
I need a lighter, I'm craving something
I stood there failing the impulse
pulse stops and I can hardly breathe
knowing what it is you did to me

I collect points
I'm coming back
I'm collecting more points
I keep coming back for more

Duranleau

2007-02-10T11:41:00.000-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2004 - 2005

Sitting on Duranleau
Resting on the curb of a poem
She watches out for
The boy that rhymes with girl
Footstep to footstep on Granville Island
The organic artsy coffee keeps her warm
While the steam of her prayers rise and go forth
Thinning out into winter air

Georgia

2007-02-10T11:38:00.000-08:00

Dedicated to the country of Georgia

The whole entire misunderstanding war driven world is
persecuting you to a never ending bitter ending conclusion
And Georgia honey, I know you will win this battle against
the terrors of a world that misunderstood you.

Georgia baby I know that they're all hoping
to see you fall.
They all see you as an enemy,
but they don't see your large army
of 6 million men out there
ready to take them on
They don't realise they are feeding more
fuel into this raging fire.
Georgia you are walking tall
with every tooth and every nail
Georgia I know you,
you always manage to remain strong
when everyone is wrong wrong about you.

Georgia, my dear we have the same friends
But Georgia I'm not as brave as you
and I runaway from our club house,
instead of turning to you
I guess I was afraid that I'd be
misunderstood just like you,
my Georgia dear
And I am

Georgia honey if only
I had just listened like you do.
Georgia you have the strength to stay in tact
He's your mighty super glue.
They persecute you, you are under world attack
They take what you say and mess it up
Rearrange every fact
so that the rest stand misunderstood.

Georgia dear you have been
my great teacher for a while now
and for some reason your torture
is what keeps me sitting at the back
and talking like I don't really care

I turn my head at the warnings
as they tumble to the ground.
I heard they burnt down your house.
Georgia you never flinch,
you always rebuild a new home.

They've been burning you down cutting you up,
shredding and cursing and I just stand Georgia,
I just stand right here and watch.
What kind of a friend am I?
What kind of sister am I?
Georgia your battle is endless
and raging so deep into the night

I'm not big on bruises and you believe
your persecution is nothing
to get worked up about,
Georgia I know you are headed
toward domestic stability,eternal bliss
and your asking me to join you
under intensifying reality

You defend yourself,
you maintain self control
while moving decisively
against the heat of criminal elements
Georgia you still remain so strong
while I just stand and watch
How could I have been so wrong?

Mandarin Tribes

2007-02-10T11:36:00.000-08:00

Written By Crybaby
©2004 - 2007

China has a need for you and I
We learn Mandarin,
Cantonese, Guoyu, Putonghua.
And whisk away into the deep breaths of nations,
east of our over exposed world.
Bounded and gagged by ism's
Yes, under the influences of Satan's monsoons.

These are gems and there are people
Inside these unexplored mines.
A few in Tibet and Guangdong has life there too.
Come on, we have life saving work to do on the other side
of the forgotten troublesome world.

Into a stroll of spirit and joy, we are everywhere we go.
To different times and places we have much to learn,
And much lessons to take to gather them in.
Two by two we go.

Gagged, tormented and captured by the bad guy.
The truth shall set them free when we
Teach them and read to them and showing them that
They are part of that promise too.

Through nations, tribes, peoples and tongues,
Mandarin, Cantonese,
Guoyu, Putonghua,
Two by two let's go.

Snug Cove

2007-02-10T11:32:00.002-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2003-2007

Trees punctured the clouds
with a red smeared cutting smile.
Sunset drooled into the cove
drove me into a jungle fever.

Fixated on the surroundings
A Mallard with a ballad
honking in my ear
I'm heated up with jungle fever

And yes, that yellow gold rush on the causeway
I saw it with my own blue eyes

Eve and the Serpent

2007-02-10T11:29:00.001-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2003 - 2005

You are the serpent, I am Eve
Personally hand picked fruit you gave to me
I took a bite, my eyes opened wide
From the poison that struck within me.
And I realize my thoughts are naked
I cover myself up

You tickled my ears with your sly intentions
Yes, I now know, that I'm not the only one
You played this cunning act upon
You preyed on my weakness
You scored on my vulnerability
You knew that I'd bite into this.
I was blind, but now I see
I now know between good and bad
Your method of deception is most effective
Inside this medium.

You are the serpent and I am Eve
I did not know any better
Then to believe in a charming snake.
Slithering past me, whispering in my ears
You speak according to you own disposition
Because like a serpent in a garden
You gave birth to a lie and handed it over to me
With a smile.

There is now enmity between you and I
The wages of sin is paid only by death
But you are already dead inside
You are the only but a lover of yourself
You are self assuming, unthankful and disloyal
Natural affection is not within you
Headstrong, puffed up with pride
Like the dragon that you are.
You have to somehow prove you are right
Critical times in your mid-life
And now like a roaring lion you are
Seeking to devour someone, knowing
You only have a short period of time
As you count on your fingers your mid-life numbers

Living vicariously through the lives of youth
He has nothing to do, but something to prove
But only proving false to his own destructive power
His most clever deception has been blinding many
I laid down next to someone wicked
And was mislead by him
But now I see

But I know now, that this world is passing away
And so are his desires
He look like that ofa man, but he is not
But rather a devil being cast into an abyss
He knows his time is almost up
His head is not bruised

Get behind me

Haute Couture

2007-02-10T11:27:00.001-08:00

Written by Crybaby
2005 - 2007

So Haute Couture shows up in a white limo
wearing her fancy shmancy pink suede and fur
My hallway turns into her runway,
strutting into my affordable bachelor pad.
And now here comes this silcone girl
I've had too much to deal with today, yesterday,
This week, this month and so on,
And on and on she opens up
A shoe box full of more of this
fakeism, meism to shovel out
Thousands upon thousands of dollars in cash,
money is unveiled from each envelope that's been
collecting dust on top of dust
In my starving condition
torture stake
last hour of judgment hunger.
She's dragging out her Dolche and Gabbana
Versace, Wang garments, and Swiss Army gadgets.
I make a wink at my favorite second hand no named find
And mouth out with my outlined Mary Kay lip shape,
‘I love you'.

You're three days late from saying goodbye
To the one whom you claimed to be your favorite.
You got the pencil that built his house,
the one you requested on demand
Tossed into your Juicy purse
Knock, knock…is there a heart in there?
It must be home but hiding,
not interested,
or a bold DO NOT CALL!

Money hasn't changed you,
your pink Dior lips mention through your Marlboro breath
Money shoved your son aside,
Tell me what really went on there, what really went on
This digusting thing that you fan out onto my coffeetable
buried your grandfather 6 feet under your priorities.
No your right I see your point, it hasn't changed you,
It's destroyed you and buried you
under your maximum credit amount
Simply because the situation didn't come in the right color
For the season we are living in
Are you going to shed a mascara tear in your
Fairmont, Waterfront a night, luxury bubble bath tub
In a city you were born into, to hate?
But after you're gone in yellow cab with fed ex loot
I am left alone with a rich cat i
n Gucci couture that she can't stand to wear,
Waiting for this system to be executed and for my life to start
In a world that will be cleared
by your prime example of selfishness
To love another human being is just a joke
and a waste of time
In world that is falling apart
faster then one can blink
faster then a fake eyelash wink can make

In today, out of season tomorrow.

David's Sling

2007-02-10T11:22:00.001-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2003-2006

The heaviness on my back requires power
beyond what is normal
I'm throwing punches
in the air
right next to the brother
and right next to the sister
that I rub shoulders with,
they're throwing punches too
we keep fighting
we keep enduring
because our weapon is sharper
then any two edged sword
We stand firm
and defeat our Goliaths

Narrow Road

2007-02-10T11:18:00.000-08:00

Diamond Road Written by Sheryl Crow
Edited by Crybaby, Narrow Road

Walk with me this narrow road
Tell me things yet to unfold
Give me something of yourself
That I can hold onto
I want to wake up to a sound of mind
Shining on a brand new day
Keep the beauty of this face
But wipe the tears away

When I'm lonely
When my heart aches
It's gonna take a little time
Yeah, it's gonna take a little time
When the dark falls
When I'm falling
It's gonna take a little time
To make it to the other side o

So don't miss the joys along the way
this narrow road has led me here today
Little sheep, what's troubling you
You know what's required of you
What is mine I'll never lose
And what's ahead is going to shine
Beneath the promise of heavenly skies
With broken wings I learn to fly
Pull myself out of this world
And begin the hope again

When I'm lonely
When my heart aches
It's gonna take a little time
To make it to the other side
When the dark falls
When I'm falling
It's gonna take a little time
To make it to the other side

So don't miss the joys along the way
This narrow road has led me here today
Won't you shine on
Morning star
Burn the evilness away
Walk with me this narrow road
Tell me everything is better than gold
Give me something of your soul
O Wipe the tear away

When I'm lonely
When my heart aches
It's gonna take a little time
To make it to the other side
When the dark falls
When I'm falling
It's gonna take a little time
Everything will be just fine

So don't miss the joys along the way
Every road has led me here today
Life has it's purpose and I'm making plans
All that I need is in His Mighty hand

Large Army

2007-02-10T11:13:00.000-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
Crybaby & Co. Publishing ©2005
Reprinted by permission

The women telling the good news are a large army
Of a government unseen, unknown to many
Human devastation washing up on shores
A righteous babe said it was mass entertainment
We sit around the flickering blue
Of our television sets with our TV dinners
Getting ready for the big show
Day to day lives lost at sea,
Blown away like grains of sand
From the islands of the Philippians,
to the coast of the King of South's oil fueled throne

The women telling the good news are a large army
The good news is, is that this is all over soon
No more hurricanes, no more wars.
No more earthquakes, no more typhoons
Death is over, it shall be no more
Lives lost will walk out of tombs
Disease will die and kill off hatred
Crime will cease
And those called, n1gers, crackers, ch1nks, rag h3ads
Fr0gs, sp1cs, w0ps, will finally become people
Smart, dumb, rich, and poor will become equal
Because the desire of every living thing will be filled
Until there is no more want
The grass is greener on the other side
Flee, head for cover
The heavenly war is about to take action
Are you in the cross fire

The women telling the good news are a large army
They are not camouflaged,
but stand out like a soar thumb
with their neatly arranged dress
they are not concerned of the hair braiding
and gold around their neck
They are not fashioned after this system or things
That season is long past over
Women are very powerful, when given such a position
By the King of kings, who rules to time, indefinite.
Women are necessary to fill the earth, subdue it.
We are powerful no matter what way you look at it
Because we are given the power beyond what is normal
To endure to the end
And the men are out there too, taking the lead
Showing us what to do
The image if losing it's balance, it's beginning to wobble
And the stone from the mountain shall strike it down
It will fall, it will be destroyed

Turn on the TV and watch CNN, can you see the cars
Evacuating texas?
The women telling this good news says to you
Evacuate this system, it's time go now!

Answers Unquestioned

2007-01-11T01:24:00.001-08:00

Ripped up jeans pulled over my cold legs
I get up from this cold sleep, I take off
into a cold world when I pull over onto
I go back out and pound this pavement
My skull pounds against my brain
and it's wearing me out
it's wearing me down

I knock on doors and shake out the rattle
like a piggy bank with not much worth
The only thing left is the only thing
that doesn't surprise me anymore.

It only rains and doors go on unanswered
Questions go unanswered
Why does this happen everytime
Another ones gets slammed
Rocked to sleep with a good story to tell
Nations of babies ocked to sleep inside a falling cradle
the heartache and the back ache
and why this is all so so so

Carrying heavy loads on guilty trips
It's pounding it's head against
the phantom lingering brick wall
that came tumbling down between east and west
and buildings come tumbling 10 blocks down the road

Allness and completeness
in such a physical way
Sci-Fi's making it's comeback
with the special effects more spectacular then before
Fears and knees buckle in
and it's for us to knuckle down
But they can't believe it
They can't concieve it

Doors go knocked
answers go unquestioned
as we saunter in around the cul-de-sacs
two by two we keep marching in the rain
He did what he could, the door closed
and two of everything survived

At My Side

2006-12-02T22:10:00.015-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2003-2006

Don't come near the one you hurt
the most you became savage
overnight and I much regret
having tucked you into bed last night
you became the monster in a nights scare
you could not have gotten up
on the wrong side of bed when one side
is pushed up against the wall
now with the oil paintings and candle stick holders
I am nailed up alongside in the hall
as my eyes roam about to watch you put on
a new personality I have
never seen before

Pink Mice

2006-12-02T22:10:00.014-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2005

Pink mice all over my wood floors
I stare out my patio window and I
Watch a man take out the trash
I listen to a song that reminds of how
I really feel inside
It is my pleasure and privilege to hold you when you cry
It would be a change to be held
So that I can cry too

I say goodnight to my friends
And then I'm left with my four walls
I've been holding it together
But then it comes crashing down
When no one else is around
I'm not alone in a heavenly sense
But the scene I replay here on this planet
Is stale and I wish I could fast forward to better times
Or rewind
I don't which way would make it sooner

I wrote her a letter like I was writing to myself
I used an angry font that was as black as mad
I wrote like there was bourbon next to me, ice melting
And a cigarette burning with anxiety from my lips
I wrote like our lives were at stake.
It/they are at stake
We are going to make choices and before you know it
It's the last one we made and then we are going to be
So mad because the big game show buzzer of YOU'RE INCORRECT
Will buzz us right into our eternal graves
I had to knock some sense into her

The music spins, the records skip and repeat
every single stupid mistake ever made
We know the lyrics off by heart and before we know it
We are dancing too.
Black cat spread Gumby stretch across the wood floor
Mouth covered in pink

Montreal Sidewalks

2006-12-02T22:10:00.013-08:00

Written by Crybaby

Montreal Sidewalks
Burn into my soles
Rushing traffic aimless thought
Too much to think tonight
Words on the house that night
Convex concave relationships
Blank sheet, blank stare
A writers block
I'm a poet
On montreal sidewalks
Lighting up a thought
Burning a hole
On montreal sidewalks

Art is like French
a language I don't understand
yet speak it
Dialect my own

Please poor me no more words
I stumble and stagger along
On montreal sidewalks

Dust Bowl

2006-12-02T22:10:00.012-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2004

Desert highway, dust blue sky
So hot the future turns to water one mile high
The horizon one junction up
Desert highway, rust red ride

Time turns to hunger one mile deep inside
Pull over dusted shoulder
Door swings out
Loud it speaks open.

Worn out diner
a worn out woman inside
Her gum slaps back the humidity
Ricochet against her tongue
Coffee is poured out into
Distressed cup cradled in a saucer

Yes, I would like cream and sugar with that
And I want to place my order now
The jukebox sings only one song it knows
The quarters expired
One kick keeps it going.

Sing me a song of a lonesome town
Dust bowl Guthrie hole
With lonesome people passing through
An exit sign
That is all they learned to do
It shows in their spurs and slurs
And a fake strand of pearls

Heat beating against ground
Bruised with browns and yellows
Sky beaten to a darker blue,
Beater rusted to rust and crumble
Soaked against a hairline crying
Another bead of heated waiting around
For something new to walk through the revolving door

Independent Shrug

2006-12-02T22:10:00.011-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2005 - 2006

I could tell you a whole bunch of stuff
that you don't want to hear
I could tell what was what
but you'd be so thwarted by what was real
and what it was you were taught

I could tell you the opposite even though
you want to already hear what you knew
even though the real is opposite
of what you already know

are you even open minded to new idea
new ideas to you although acient in their own right
because they have always been
and they have always worked
no matter how independent you feel

Can you open yourself to me
to learn to be the route to
what your life is suppose to be
what we are mean't to be
can you be agreeable enough to know
that this is not anything what
we are suppose to live through,
that this was not part of the trip
but a detour to get to the
vacation spot that we paid for along this route.

Being Girl (Long Version)

2006-12-02T22:10:00.010-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2004 - 2006

With every battered question
Bruised supplication and bleeding scraped petition
I pour myself
Into my heart-shaped tin heart
Rattling behind Adam's rib
I bake inside Your wisdom until a golden brown
Understanding smells good
My stake comes out clean
Ready to serve
Faithfully

Afraid of world being girl alone
Goes on longer then it should
Longer then I care for it to go
And I can't imagine further, rougher road
Girl can only carry so heavy a load, but your yoke is light
‘Keep on the watch',
Please be One that will stop
All crime, time will wipe away tears from this face,
disgrace to watch no more smile
When does this stop the bleed?
Turn me ‘round to sound of mind, to peace I find,
Let me do this gracefully, beg plead I cry
Clench my heart, n'squeeze feline,
Oh dear life find my reason,
find a rhyme where is mine
To squeeze me tight when I can't find a rhyme for reason?
Desperation sucks in her gut, chin up pull up,
Stiff upper quivering bottom lip; pull your self together now
‘Cuz this is where the real pain begins to hurt inside
It's gone too deep, deeper then any splitting open red sea
“Can't you see dear me?
The end will come,
Can't you see so clearly now?
Here it comes on the count of three,
The Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Are not one but three waiting patiently”

Holding back the storm
Avenge this sort of humility,
I cannot blame you
but I hate the game all the same
How do I play without losing my heart again?
All desires will be fulfilled
If this desire is taken away, then how can it be fulfilled?
Resurrection is an unknown detail

Too many variations of answers
I wouldn't know what to do if I knew anyway, I suppose

Safeguard my heart
Chest plate is all I got,
Won't give up this time
The price is high and no place left to hide anymore
Let out that groan, let go that sigh,
Try and breathe in, n' exhale
This is a sacrifice that has been paid for you and I
So sigh, smile, pick out a shiny nail

I fear the never being mother,
I'll never love another
I hover over the dwelling and it keeps me
Up all night in isolated constant fear
No one knows the end is near
Written in promise form, I pick up sword
Ark loaded two by two where is my one and only love?
Sidewalk walking being girl wanting boy
In critical times all alone I find
Hard to deal with, breathe in n'exhale
This unforeseen occurrence befalling me
Dominating me over and over
Constant fall on narrow road, leading to more scraped knee
Wipe away another tear
feel the pain hurt inside again
Craving keeps hunger within

Just give me your heart this time
Don't rip out mine
‘Cuz my heart just found comfort
Behind Adams rib again
Girl, write down broken heart,
Remove it from your sleeve, won't let nobody see,
You the one being girl, you got to prove stronger now
If you're going to carry that shield around

Girl with broken spirit, goes spiraling down
Crash head-on helmet on
Broken words go withering down onto page,
Paper was the only one who ever listened carefully.
Pen urged me to purge n' to get it out in the bright white open
What good does it do me when waking up in whimper?
Prayers fall into two-ply tissue
Universal issue, see how it's affecting me?
But if you don't see me,
how could you ever know me well?

“Hold skin bottle tight in your Hand,
Don't ever forget what's important to me,
Write it down carefully, ‘cuz this is everything
That's killing me inside this
Precious little thing You love called me
I pray this was simpler and easier said then done.”

I'm on the run for my own purpose in life
Expecting heart to be sick again, spiraling down
Gut wrenching turmoil closure
At the expense of my exposure
I cry, sowing seed, planting tree,
Pulling weed that suffocate my need
Run fingertips along the wall,
through the hall and corridor
Singing song,
humming kingdom melody,
Left behind, being girl alone

Running

2006-12-02T22:10:00.009-08:00

Written by Crybaby®™
©2006 - 2010

I'm not sure
what to say because
it's all lost
I was running undercover
as it rained down more rain
I was running for some hope
as it rained hopelessly

What life is this
that we have to live
this purpose was not
suppose to go like this
Where is my baby
Where is my dream
Where is my stake
I've left it out in the rain

I'm not sure
what to say because
it's all gone
I keep running undercover
as it rains a few drops more
I keep running for my dreams
but they burst at their seams

What life is this
that we have to give
this plan was not
suppose to go like this
Where is my true love
where is my one and only
Where is that one
Two makes a pair
as we load onto this

I keep running
Guess it's time
to let go
I'm now running
guess it's time
for the beginning
of this show

Where is my one
where is my only
where is my joy
it's at the end of a stake
punctured hole

I keep running

No Tragedy

2006-11-13T17:17:00.001-08:00

Written by Crybaby
Copyright 2007

I didn't want to know you
But I was told I should
I didn't want to be your friend
Cuz I knew how this would end
I just want to know why
You found a way to make me cry
I want to help you feel more
So as to even the score

I just want you to know this is not a tragedy for me
but just another prank being pulled, oh how I can see
I never thought I'd pour into this mold
all of this time
I got in over my head
Nothing has been left unsaid

I just want to be perfect
I just want to be better then you
Morning came and we are not in this together
I just want to know what is the matter with you
I want to help you feel more pain
I want to help you feel more insane

I just want you to know this is not a tragedy for me
but just another prank being pulled, oh how I can see
I never thought I'd pour into this mold
all of this year
I got in over my head
Nothing has been left unsaid

Tormenting Locusts

2006-09-16T13:37:00.001-07:00

Written by Crybaby

A warning is announced on the P.A. system through all the halls
in every school with a scorpion sting static sound.
The principle says, 'the stars are going out
and the stripes are getting bent, the red leaf is wilting
and there is nothing much left after that
Because the day is approaching when divine patience reaches the limits
And His winepress of anger is now rotating it's arm

A psychopath is following me down every street
around every corner that I walk, that I travel my foot on
No restraining order keeps him away from me;
and he doesn't let me be, he doesn't leave me alone
The big ugly shadows of this system is
lurking at my windows, tapping it’s branches at my pain
and waiting for me outside behind bushes in shrubs
I feel uneasy and I feel him walking behind me
his leather coat scrunches as he walks
It looks like he's been wearing it a long time
I hear him lighting a cigarette, I can smell him right behind me

I wrestle with my deficiencies
Why should I have Your approval
when I don't even try to conquer
the bad with the good

With little metal tweezers
I fight constantly all night
There is a thorn in my side
that I try to get out
I wish to do what is right
but there is a battle within me
a flesh that wants to tear through me
endurance breaks in cold sweats in the night

I fight up steam through the waters like a fish.
I try to find my strength but then I realize it's not in me
It’s been bleeding out
Help me out of my own whirlpool of deficiency
I cannot swim up stream like some say
I need to learn to walk on water
it's easy it's all in the faith you have
so where did I go wrong

More then likely that is why
a child will hold back information
For fear that he will see the wrath for his honesty
and ask for help when I am passing through dangerous feelings

Only In the Lord

2006-09-16T13:25:00.001-07:00

Written by Crybaby

I'm turning thirty this year
I am not married
I have no children
single white female available
for a good time
call me if you know how
I've left my number written on
every bathroom wall

I cry in the night my vexation
and I see traces of her in my mirror
I feel like I've been hit by a big truck
I don't know what to think about anymore
I mask my pain with methods of
poetry, rythems and rhymes
any art form that makes me feel what I feel
I stay busy things need to be done
At the end of the long day
I crawl back into my bed with my cats
wailing until I can't cry anymore
I'm working hard to keep alive
but I feel less alive every year
I feel invisible and less significant
Only in the way

The living don't tell you how they feel
They wait till your lying peacefully in a casket
or burned to dust, sprinkled on your favorite spot
This is my firey furnace, my lions den.
This is my wilderness and I feel a knawing of pain
I feel parched from the thirst
and I pray that tomorrow the manna will fall
I will collect only what I need
My wordless sighs and groanings
Miserable girl that I am
Callous my heart is hardening
a little hope seems to ooze out through the center
but that will run dry soon too

This is the beginning of falling into a weak state
Mamed young animal in me is falling down
The vulture is swarming and the wild dogs
are waiting for the feast
We are not in our right minds when one hungry
Have you ever wondered why the homeless
appear crazy?
Hunger and coldness is the ruling king within them.
My head hurts and my chest is beating out of my chest
from all the caffine I try to drink in a day
Do I sound okay to you?

It doens't matter how high your heels are
It doesn't matter how blond your hair is
It doesn't matter how intelligent you sound
You are still invisible, you are not heard
only looked over, only blocking the view
only in the way stepped around, pushed aside
all I want now is to share his peaceful silence

I like to think that there is a war in heaven
A battle fighting for me
Seeming delay for a good reason
this is no reason for Michael to finalize it
and end this battle
Prayer has become an asprin, it only masks the pain
The root cause - a cure is coming soon

My knuckles are soar from holding on
but I have to knuckledown and hold on some more
How do you begin to cope with this abuse
Forever won't wrap around my brain
until I lose count at my 300th birthday

Making a Killing

2006-09-16T13:23:00.001-07:00

Written by Crybaby

Clots in the blood veins eventually kill
just the way slipping into an old personality
like an old sweater from an ex-boyfriend
not appealing to anyone but comfortable to you
Made by 'Bad Associates' 100% bad attitude

Wishing for things that are fashioned after all this,
And the desire of my eye has been nothing but a display;
a show infront of me on a runway
Temptation was designed to slowly suck me back
into the vortex of a world that is losing grip.
a world unfolding into another mind trap,
I find the attack lost in a pile of whites ready for the laundry
Get back on a straight path to everlasting life

Bad association sits in a family circle snug because
They love you and they wants whats best for you
They know this is what you really want
Your whole life you try to give up or cave in to their plot
as it thickens in your blood viens waiting for the clot

So they gallivant around down a blood thirsty carpet
She called me up for advice one day
I was suppose to tell her what direction to take
Bad attitude presents itself bitterness like wine
Asking me if it's really so
Hoping she won't notice once she starts to get drunk

Instantly you feel that death is at your doorstep
Temptation is only trying to persuade me to go for a drink
It's still early, I won't be home late
Snake slitthers through the big apple
Eve doesn't even bother to cover herself up
Not even with her hair.
She saw herself in the mirror and thought
I can make a killing off of this

Was Found

2006-09-16T13:21:00.001-07:00

Original idea by Ani DiFranco
'Hypnotized' from the album Reprieve
released 2006 Righteous Babe Records
Edited by Crybaby

So that's how You found me
Rain falling around me
sitting under an awning
flapping in a winter nights sky
drinking coffee, wondering why

Traffic hissing by
Staring down a road with
glowing lights pointing at me
telling me which way to go
with a long way to go
You're looking down on a girl
knowing she'd very much like to go home
I was homesick and living the devils lie

You invited me and led me away
Found myself
Surruonded by a language
so pure and sublime
I could only say hello and thank you very much
but you spoke so I could understand
You drew a treasure map on my hand
the map lead to an island
in a sea of heaven bought dreams
You had just enough desire to keep me satisfied

So that's how you found me
looking down a road with a long way to go
lovely girls hovering above me with
long slender necks and delicate skulls
they had enough sweetness to keep me satisfied
I was no picnic
no I was no prize, but
You didn't leave me out in the cold
You didn't leave me out there to die
cause your map lead me to this island
in a sea of heaven bought dreams
You're desire to keep me has left me satisfied