Music, Sex and Poetry

this is a quick stream of feelings i wrote this morning add your own




L.A is burning down
and the tears and the ashes are flying around
In the heat of the summer, im going down
L.A is burning down
and i'd cry...but i'm sweating tears from skin
trying to get the bottom of who i am
some day's its wearing a little thin
some days if i wasent so stubborn i'd give in
then it comes a call from a friend
a rope that ties me back on the side of this mountain again
because just when i think i cant take too much more
in the heat of the summer
there it the voice of faith ones more..
its warm and i feel adored...thank god for the ones that care
yeh L.A is burning down
i tried to run from all this pain...the sadness that someone is far worse of than I today
the fire that burns me agian..the helplessness that comes
in the heat of the summer...as the coffins come home
but in the end i've i lie down and breath
and try and cool the fire inside and out of me..
L.A is burning down
and I'd run go somewhere else
but i know by now its better to face the pain
inside of me where i live...because a soul like me lives eternally...
The Edge of the flame