(2012)
Going far and sometimes near, making sounds so crystal clear. Giving life to every thing, listen close to hear it sing. On the wings of lifted flight, from dusk till dawn and thru the ...
Out of pain a darkness fell. Along the wood, flows red stain. On a secret not to dwell. Into a life that will remain. Given to save the multitude.
Knelt on a mesa, the warrior cries… A spirit shaped cloud rises toward… Hailing ancestors that trailed in… summoning tradition as his shadow… Two Eagles fall in a spiral of de…
Past the great Buffalo and across the field of dear. For all these words will lead you someday. Faulter not from the path I lead, for what I teach you in life you will need. Now hunt t...
I was told long ago. By someone wise and old. If you toss a little stone, big ripples will unfold. I have heard in the past,
Listen to a distant cry, across the plains unknown. A silhouette against the moon, casting shadows too and fro. A warning of the coming night, the hunt that will ensue. The sacrifice of...
How can I feel alone, When so many are around. How can I feel lost, When sporadically I am found. How can I feel broken,
Listening to the world unfold, Not to understand at all. A certain talent that’s foretold, A life that’s yet to call. Tiny features that start to form,
Life’s a dream of endless thought, that wonders thru my soul. It guides me to that inner place, and shows me where to go. Life’s a dream of gentle ways, that surf upon my mind. It makes...
Snow capped reaching out Rocks tower in all angles Valleys far below. Searching for renewed valor commanding all a calm peace.
A handy cap I have. A temp that stays even so or short lived made me sad. A mystery it seemed to me, how this nature works. Age has brought a wiser mind to face is less the hurt. It h...
Achromic I often wonder how it would be, To live a life in grey. A sky of drab, a ground of pale as… Everyone would look onto a world o…
Dawn Frost lie softly on the meadow ear… Paint covered tops bare the memori… Only thoughts replaced the life sh… only thoughts gave him life again.
Aunt Annie May would always say Children go out to play One by one the deed was done As they were on their way. Aunt Annie May watched them play
Life is a wonderful thing, But sometimes deals a blow. Some will glide with little effort… And some will actually know. I say to you from here on out,