by A.G. Balázs | Mar 2, 2005 | Lyrics, Poetry
POETRY 222’n CHORUS We were 222in and living in caves breaking down basements cause jesus saves oh yeah man I know that dude and did some crazy drugs too VERSE I Jesus was homeless he smelled real bad but back then they didn’t have the word we have he was...
by A.G. Balázs | Jan 5, 2005 | Lyrics, Poetry
POETRY Camden (Winding Valley) What a wonderful day walking down this Camden Way trees are turning green in January My soul grows very wary the closest of kin is furthest from me dying from sins of mediocrity the feet i’m wearing are older than me shoes...
by A.G. Balázs | Dec 3, 2003 | Lyrics, Poetry
POETRY Singing in the Rain Again Just inspecting how a soul can become so strange while dissecting all expecting things to come to an end broken words just like promise, i’ll see you in the morning. Unfortunate for me, outside was pouring. Rain is lulling like a...
by A.G. Balázs | Oct 11, 2003 | Deep Skinned, Lyrics, Poetry
POETRY The third of three movements. While these were written chronologically in a different order, time is a fickle arrangement. These pieces deal with how we are often the worst we see in others and understanding that the one who needs to forgive you is yourself....
by A.G. Balázs | Mar 8, 2003 | Free Verse, Poetry
POETRY In March of 2003 I was homeless in Arizona with Chase Spivey. In this foray of of a vagabond lifestyle, I began to question the assumptions I had been fed my entire life. Over 15 years later and I realize that while the idea of a singular being that is in...
by A.G. Balázs | Sep 27, 2000 | Free Verse, Poetry
POETRY Precious Port De Salut There is one thing I knew I would miss Romano, Parmesan and ever Swiss not to mention the almighty Cheddar people always claim, it is better. But what of others like Provolone, Wouldn’t they be as sad and alone? Also Brie, American,...