Good Boy Gone Wrong
He came from a good family The kind that hides its sins Raised with Christian understanding Born white the privileged colored skin He was...
He came from a good family The kind that hides its sins Raised with Christian understanding Born white the privileged colored skin He was...
We became acquainted in a Mexican prison where I was a guest for eight months. He spoke some English and was eager to learn all he could...
Watermelon Round-up Run "Hey man wake up. Dude we've got a problem. Santiago, God Damn it hear me? There's Border Patrol up ahead and...
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I can't trust myself to be alone with me. the only friend I have is myself We're not the best of company Never has liked me That's how...
The Fogwalker searches for clues in the moist darkness of early morning. The mist feels it's way through empty alleys and vacant lots....
Hey you! Ya you dimwit! Don't look at me like that. Do you know who I am?, I don't even know who I am. How the hell should I know who...
What kind of Psychological observation is that for a Psychologist to tell someone? It's not like I don't have enough shit to deal with....
Left toothbrushless mine pilfered along with shampoo,deodorant, razors and other such found me wasted in Walmart Thieving Gnomes at the...
Riding hard under a moonlight high not a leaf rustling and it troubles my mind In the distance there's music of the lyre and flute...
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https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2019/04/30/judge-santiago-burdon-6/
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Dices que nunca escribo poemas de amor. No significa que no me sienta así. Con todo el amor que me has mostrado cariño. Tú eres mi razón...
https://spillwords.com/spotlight-on-writers-judge-burdon/
He was on the short end of a losing dream She smoked their last cigarette of faith Running out of time and out of breath She couldn't...
I lie next to you in the partial darkness Lit by a single bulb hanging from a cable I watch you sleep in a permanent slumber Your body...
You want me to be a dancer But my rhythm is in my speech Always asking me for answers When the words are out of reach You say I've got no...
She loves NASCAR. I prefer Gaugin or Renoir but she loves NASCAR It's a southern fascination as Dixie as Faulkner and Sweet Potato Pie I...
I'm sitting here thinking about my folks. It feels like years since I've been home. I've got a feeling like I'm homesick. But it's...