Put your hands on me
I want to feel it.
Get though my defenses
If not mentally
Then physically.
Leave your mark on me
Brand me with your love.
Make me beg
For what we both need.
Make me feel something.
If not love
Then desire.
Bruise my soul.
Do not be gentle,
My senses are dulled.
I need this so badly.
Can you find that spark
Inside.
And free me if only for
A moment.

Julie -May 20, 1997




Dusty Shelf
A Toast
Contempt
Tonight
Advice To An Old Flame
I Want It Back
Crash
Grim Prospects
Make Me Feel
Nature Gets It's Way
Oxymoron
Key To My Heart
Tread Carefully
Once
Slice
Nothing Behind The Mask
What A Waste
Traitorous Feelings
Echoes
Change
A Dare
Why I Drink On The Job
Anacronym Of Pain
It Creeps Up On You
I Wait
All Gone
Too Many Mistakes
I'm Really Alright
Leave Me Alone
Passing Me By
The Lie Is Easier
What A Mess
Stolen
The End
Broken
Have You Looked
Think Twice
Forever
Just Out Of Reach
A Cynics View On Bartending
On Surviving
What If














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