I tickled steel strings while she… I sang to the crowd but the song w… The shadows played tricks in the s… Igniting her eyes for me to see an… All I sang and wrote for in my da…
I never want to sleep again see her eyes, face, her love withi… See her motion, grace, pain, and s… See her come, go, start and begin My heart boils, desire shall not a…
When everything you run from just… And when everything you fear just… When all the ones you step on end… Oh I’d hate to be you on that lon… When all the words you speak go si…
It is won! It has begun! With the setting sun laid low is the last gun! And now,
Well I met a man, I had never knew, His tales deep and dark, Spoke of the few, Who convinced him,
Burning fiery monoliths, Black soot and stone, A land decayed and long dead, Covered with dust and bones, A place where the sun never shines…
Fantastical colors dance through m… Perhaps they will until the end of… Poetry is for the watchers with no… To express what they cannot see, h… Poetry is for the tree that wither…
Green fields and vast valleys, Pockets of white and sand on a bea… Purple studded clouds, as a King… This is the place I wish to be, Before the storm and in sunlight,
Break my back and soothe my mind Sing my song from time to time Drive me home through highways and skyways with byways toward mor… Blind my eyes with lies and thorns
I can still see her smile in my ever-shifting mind Such a supernova song It had a melody and rhyme It shone bright like silver
We watched our boys go, We watched them Leave, Beneath an unforgiving sky; Not even the Faintest Ray of Sun… Kissed our children’s minds,
Tell me who you love baby I say, tell me who you love lady? We’ll take my ride, watch stars fl… under the endless night sky Tell me who you love and why?
The dead flower girls dance, They came to me in a trance, Of faded yellow golden skins, That did not hide what lay within, And the steeple bathed in sunlight…
Bitter frost against a yellow fire… My friend Jaime and I leaning aga… Speaking in silence of cigarette s… When passes a car filled with red… crystal ball illuminated women
Past the calm lake where, Geese usually flock, Through and through, A shattered rock path that, Has been forgot,