

Sentiments From A Septic TankDear World, I have loved you And in turn have lost myself Your misguidance has led me astray Yourcold clutches have captured my breathSentiments From A Septic Tank
I am at fault
I left too much on my plate. I will go home hungry tonight And leave my corpse to be picked at by the birds.
Such sentiments are only just.
A failure breeds failings. Who am I to breathe faltering words? Who am I to breathe?
Who am I?


Words UnspokenPathetic. A face seldom remembered. A face seldom forgotten. A face seldom fighting diversity. Just lying. Awake. The clouds are rolling in. Swimming through the smoke With doors shut. Windows barred. Alienated. Unappreciated. Unimportant. Like fog lights in the sun Good news before death Holding back kind words Words that are spoken But say nothing. They speak empty. Nothing is learned Nothing is acknowledged Nothing is accepted. And that is our consequence Our excuse Our scapegoat Our deliverance from the days of old. WherWords Unspoken


Monkey See, Monkey DoI can hear the silence. So loud. I don't have to hear the words. They are plastered across your face, Across your lips. Like a bit of controversial literature. Things I didn't want to know, But couldn't help reading And re-reading. Memorized. Mesmerized. Taken to heart. Curiosity Kills. The cat has never been so thankful.Monkey See, Monkey Do
I'd LOVE to shoot you guys one day! I'm up in SF a lot (the Mrs. resides up there).
Keep me posted on shows!
- T
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Just tryin' to learn as I go...
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