Wax Museum

Walking the beat down this glittering street, illuminated with a fluorescent glow, beauty more shallow than skin, molds of painted paraffin, pay the man at the door to see the show. Fancy sports cars, smell of cheap cigars, city of lost angels and shooting stars, the beat drowns out the hollow sound, and there’s card-board houses lining skid row and a fog over the valley casts an eerie orange glow…The beat drowns out the hollow sound.

Nichole

She said she was from Jersey, her name was Nichole, she didn’t have an accent, said it doesn’t fit the role. She’s so far from home…Came to Hollywood when she was seven-teen, running from her past and chasing down a dream. She’s lost in a sea of people but she still feels so alone. I told her reality is what this town lacks; they’ll suck out your soul and embalm you with wax. But how she wants to be an exhibit at the show…She’s reciting her lines and rolling the dice, she gotta get paid but she doesn’t know the price. Her innocence is fading from those pretty brown eyes…It just doesn’t fit the role.

Beautiful Girl

Beautiful girl never heard the word no. she struts down the sidewalk like she’s in a fashion show. She gets what she wants with the bat of her eye they all fall in line and no one asks why. Beautiful girl, with a heart full of gold her soul hide a story that never been told, no one can look deeper than those pretty brown eyes, behind those windows to her soul the shades are pulled tight. I knock on the door but she doesn’t let me in, beauty’s only skin deep but hers radiates from within. Beautiful girl, such a mystery to me. Her beauty goes deeper than the eye can see. Beautiful girl, will you let me in? Beneath flesh and bone her beauty lies within.

All i want for Christmas...

When I was 5 years old I sat on Santa’s knee, all I really wanted was a 12 gauge you see. A pump action browning with a maple stock, I could kill a lot more squirrels with that than with a sling shot and a rock. It really made me mad when Santa laughed with glee. My Christmas present request was perfectly logical to me. He gave me a candy cane and sent me on my way, a disappointed little boy, that was me that day. Now that I’m grown, I realize that Santa was pretty smart; I’ve also figured out that he shops at Wal-mart. I went to the mall and stuck a Hall-mark in his coat, on the inside of the card I enclosed this little note: thank you Santa for the Christmas present that I never got, if you’d have given me that 12 gauge somebody surely would have gotten shot and I’d still be sitting in cell block 23 cuz all I really wanted was a 12 gauge you’d see.

Kalidascope

When my eyes met yours for the first time my grey world dissipated into a kaleidoscope of vivid color. A soft glow shone thru those beautiful stained glass windows to your soul, so soft and gentle and yet so powerful. For a fleeting moment, the vessel of life in my chest paused its rhythmic gyration, the hands of time stood still, the stream of sand flowing endlessly from the hourglass was petrified, and it was in this moment that I was transformed. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, my spirit flew upward. I had found my wings. I knew I would never be the same.

Someone Who Can

You laugh out loud but your eyes don’t smile you’ve been turning inside out for quite awhile, you bury your face to hide your pain but the tears flow thru your fingers like rain. Back in your cage, your emotions on a shelf, you’re safe behind those walls that you built your-self. If only I could hold you and make your pain my own. If only I could carry you through this valley to your home. But I don’t have the strength to carry you on thru but I know someone who can and he died for you. There are holes in his hands and feet, a spear point in his side. Place your hand inside of his, his arms are open wide. He’ll carry you thru the valley to his heavenly home above and on the way he’ll teach you of his father’s love.

Song of the Angels

Have you ever heard the angels sing? All the way from heaven those high hosannas ring. Those angels dance on streets of gold, singing of love and joy untold, you can see them at night if you lift your gaze on high, blinking and sparkling scattered over the sky. If you listen real close, a beautiful sound you will hear, and the song of the angels will forever ring in your ear.