A million ways to spend a day not tried them all but have to say… that if I had the way to when I’d quiet find and open then the pages of the poet’s hand.
Running out of time to act, flashes in the mind. Running out of everything, too late to hit rewind. Wake and take a hammer to it,
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…
“Do unto others”, the Savior once… a golden rule given to sum it all… But we seem to want something comp… like it is too simple or it’s not… But nothing more’s needed and that…
Let it go, let it flow - cut it with your words. Slash at every piece of it until it finally hurts.
I’d take a knife and cut it out like some deep-down infected gout if only it were there under my ski… I’d prick a vein and let it bleed, free flowing, nothing to impede
So much time I now spend, watchin… Watching as others pass by, living… Living their lives. I watch not for the care of wantin… or even so mush as to learn from w…
His love for her was strong but st… a longing in his soul took him to where he could be free… but ocean’s take their toll. He never did return
It’s a feeling that has no words t… when the late autumn leaves fade c… Quietly waving a final goodbye in the chill as morning mist hover… It’s something between a pure feel…
All we have is time and what comes down the line. Don’t ever think it’s more complex… Though the universe– it has no end… and there is more than one my frie…
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…
Starring out my window this Decem… all I can do is long for you again… Sometimes I feel I’m over you, li… move on and forget about all that’… But as the raindrops fall, all of…
The days don’t seem to give a damn… they march in step of time. They stare ahead with eyes of stee… while never breaking line. They torture me with disregard,
I’ve never liked the winds of chan… they bring the cold and driving ra… destroying what was calm and warm and leaving nothing but the storm. They make me have to rise and flee