Driven too long with out coolant With out lubricant, my wife Blew the head gasket on the old Buick century. Now lifeless on the flatbed. Wait…
Here comes the rain To wash away All the things the could have been Here comes the rain ( again) A cleansing flood
Can you Unravel the lies You tell yourself To make it through Your uneasy
It’s been 14 years Since we’ve spoken 14 years In which I’ve tried to Bury my regrets
The cherry red tip of ash falls from her cigarette to make love with a dry autumn leaf and set the forest ablaze.
I can’t help wondering Was that really you Could it have been so High If I could answer
If anyone but you Had told me not to talk to you They would never have succeeded I let you go Because you asked me to.
There are so many things I’d like to say to you But when I see your face My mind just goes blank I’m terrified
REST! REST! REST! It is finished he has said put no faith in your own hands
You were more Than yourself For me You were A reason
In the street. Pensive glares pregnant with meaning. Imagined Memories. Greetings between Former lovers wrenched
Easy to lament Greatness touched and then gone bu… Few taste it at all
The way to a man’s heart Is through his stomach Or so the saying goes But things are seldom So simple as that
She was never mine I was never her’s Neither loved as a possession Both possessed By the love we shared
I love your grace Always seeing beyond The ruins left In the wake of sin I love your strength