When forever finally comes to town… when it stands outside to knock up… I’ll hide inside, not make a sound… get on the ground, lay in the dark… And if forever’s not deterred, no…
It feels kind of like someone gave… mixed for the purpose of stamping… Slipped like a Mickey when I was… Slammed down the hatch and now all… is, “I don’t know why I feel noth…
The question’s been posed – if a t… would it make any sound as it fell… If you think about it, there’s mil… that go on with no way we can tell… The Saltgrass that waves in the o…
Death transcends the toll of time. Stands beneath a smoke-filled sky. Spirits rise up from the past, row by row from first to last. Like silhouettes of lifeless trees
I cannot help but wonder as I wan… and try to find a purpose in this… Why don’t we have a Moses or a No… like those who came before us had… Why don’t we have the likes of men…
The petal of a rose once fell then drifted slowly through the tr… Upon the wind it tumbled long until it drifted up to me. At first, I saw no value there
Take a look what’s before you, a l… this city of people with lives cru… Take a moment to listen, a moment… a moment in silence and see if you… From the window I’ve looked out a…
Balancing midst them both, two liv… Split down the middle and torn at… Tiptoe the balance beam, pleasing… who know only one side of things. Confliction, a way of life down to…
Hand on the wheel and mind in the… between Lubbock Texas and home. The sky is as big as the rolling p… no better place to be alone. It feels like a movie that’s mixed…
It was a beautiful story, I wish it was my own. It makes me think of you, so every now and then I turn it on.
A silent end, a fading friend, an… A tear-stained eye, a question why… A solemn stare, the mirror’s glare… A slow walk home, still there alon… Where do you go when all is lost?…
Naive enough to believe that it’s… the world spins around the old red… God set it up, and so surely it’s… He’ll keep it forever, I’m sure h… to return some fine day and then n…
Was Earth created by God’s hand a… when scientific findings seem to d… Is it possible that all things for… The odds against are infinite so,… For no one thinks a tool exists wi…
Who knows how many layers over generations
I see it time and time again that beauty’s made by what is spen… A beauty that demands a price with outer glow and inner ice. And observation seems to tell
