May 05, 2008
April 07, 2008
Echos
March 08, 2008
Tight Grip
I can’t tell if I’m gripping this ball
Or if this ball is gripping me
When we’re apart
Both of us are ripping away at the seems
This small piece of leather
Has brought so much to me
Millions of memories from the diamond
That burn in my memory
So tell me this
My tightly wound friend
Is this the beginning of something great?
Or the beginning of the end?
My mind constantly pushing
For what I want to be
But what will success cost?
We know it won’t be for free
Either way
It’s not easy to see
If I’m gripping this ball
Or this ball is gripping me
October 25, 2007
Faithless Preacher
Makes me laugh
You’re readin words of a hypocrite
Funny how I inspire you
By writin lines of shit
You listen to me
Like an abused girl in a relationship
Believin me
Is like trustin Michael Jackson to baby sit
Where are you?
What am I supposed to do now??
I can’t call this life
As I gladly bow out
Pollute this earth
With my sin filled mouth
My heart shattered now
I forget my broken vows
Forgotten promises
Better off not remembered
Nights still sleepless
Since last December
You think I have it all?
Think I’ve got it so easy?
But you don’t know shit
Cause nothing’s what you see
You see little blue eyed Ty
Who rides through life for free
But I paint on my smile
And you can’t tell which is me
I know you don’t care
But these blue eyes do cry
These blue eyes shed tears
Til these blue eyes run dry
These blue eyes have seen
Too much in this life
These blue eyes haven’t forgotten
That terrible night
These blue eyes lost light
These blue eyes have seen friends
Turn their backs on me
To never turn back again
So you call this life?
The earth plagued with phonies
Now this servant of god
Has been stripped of his testimony
Living my life
Like a faithless preacher
This love can be held
But my heart cannot reach her
So you still sit there
Readin my bullshit
My poetry, my words
My lines, lyrics, my spit
Do my letters fit?
Maybe a little bit?
Tightly wound together
Like an infielders mit
Do you believe me yet?
Or are ya ready to turn the page?
My writing is about as important
As an actor without a stage
I ask you again
So you call this life?........................
Cause I don’t
October 24, 2007
Upside down
October 10, 2007
Cambria
September 04, 2007
My cleats
Since it's my call
I'll rock these same cleats
These cleats have been tied tight
Strapped around my feet
These cleats stole bags
Ground balls they've beat
When I step on the mound
They rock hitters to sleep
Since it's my call
I'll rock these same cleats
For these cleats have been there
When times got too deep
When my glove would boot
Or my swing had a leak
These cleats stay strapped
To my unstumbling feet
Too many people
Forget about their cleats
The foundation of success
When the building begins to creek
The tradition of excellence
Which many begin to speak
The perect placement of stability
In an unperfect peak
So since it's my call
I'll rock these same cleats
As my spikes stay in touch
With my roots underneath
And as god will bless me
I'll accomplish this feat
And you can believe that these feet
Will rock these same cleats

