Ginger Blood While walking through a back alley, I came upon a cat.A ginger cat whose fur reflected what little light there was like a glistening gem.It sat on a precociously balanced garbage can and washed its paw thoughtfully: it was bleeding.The gentle drip of blood echoed off of the dirty stone walls and bounced back to my earsIt sent cold fingers of pain along my spine.I felt the need to comfort the
The Bass The world is grayEvery dayThe birds make no soundThere are no friends aroundYou're lonely and you want to speakYou want someone to walk down the street Just for youTo say "Hey, boo." No, it doesn't happen.No, I'm not sad. Do I feel content? Some say I do. I'd be more content If there was a melody.Different from any other. What to do? You thinkThen, as you sit in a park, a beat breaks loose.Like a dog free from a cage,Like a monster with tasteful rageThe sound lifts you awayEvery nightEvery dayYou close your eyes,Your ears tickle in delightYou feel like you could win the fight for freedomIn you