(2012)
I’ll protect you from the fires of… the freezing current of relationsh… I’ll protect you, You needn’t look any further, My arm will surround your shoulder…
It is won! It has begun! With the setting sun laid low is the last gun! And now,
The Words! The Words! I’ve seen my whole life, They come with a swirl, And fly from my sight, Into horizons, I dare not press t…
My Father slept while I read my w… My Mother, by the fire, listening… Of what my Father saw or heard, I shall never know, Of what he shall tell me,
Well I met a man, I had never knew, His tales deep and dark, Spoke of the few, Who convinced him,
If I could speak to Lord Byron We would discuss the loneliest tru… I am alone When I dream of love so sweet For the women I greet and meet
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…
he rides upon a Spanish stallion as he drains the flagon of time spent in the drainage ditch of true effort and deadly dreaming. to reconstruct the field-fog of poetry he never describe...
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
Oh brother where have you gone? You up and left when the summer co… You left me in winter, without any… Oh my brother where have you gone? I remember when we were young,
Past the calm lake where, Geese usually flock, Through and through, A shattered rock path that, Has been forgot,
I had, The happiest dream, The happiest, Ever dreamed: It was of a land,
The land is bare, The town is flat, The people don’t care, The men are fat, The trees stand naked,
Like a crystal hanging on glass, You remain every color that shines… Dancing and twinkling, Burning by the fire, while all the… Gives a sigh...
Before me, a field is Open, More roots than can be counted, The songs they sing, bring life in… Essence or non-essence? Struggle or strife?