There is no capture for my words no pen or paper here inside me
If I were a twisted cloud I would have the wind to blame For the awful shape I’m in But being not of vapor made wispy and spread across the sky
A cool breeze enters the forest ca… leaves are already falling and arr… in a circle beneath Keeping warm the smallest root Cupping the morning dew
Conspiracy They plot away In some secret mountain retreat Nestled in the Swiss Alps A chalet tended by deaf servants
The endless road ends All that I denied is now accepted The blackness of eternity beckons leaving me this brief moment I cling to even
My dog Hardly a fitting title For so vital a part of my life There is nowhere I go When he’s not under toe
I walked through a graveyard It was dusk short of night I marveled at my sense of fright Expecting rising ghouls or bloody… Sticking through the well trimmed…
The cheer of the crowd Loud… reaching low lying clouds Shaking the angels From their soft sleep Attention now drawn
The clock on the wall mocks me With its simple gears and a helpfu… A drop of oil here and there It will pass the time relentlessly Never having to stop and rest
Belief in what I know Indeed thin ice upon which to skat… With much cold water and little ai… My burning question has always been
Hope is elusive Slipping away so easily Just when you have it And that secure feeling warms A bit of the frost so common now
The devil is a smart businessman If he’s going to buy your soul He’s going to get you cheap.. you… So he starts you young Just a tease or two when you’re re…
I speak of what was lost Since I came upon this place Once a garden tendered strong Now weeds and dry earth did replac… My Eden
There’s a song I didn’t sing, I have a tin ear. It goes through my mind tune less, Like a sound that almost was there… I so miss the music that isn’t in…
It holds us well An unbreakable spell Cast long ago In evolutionary creation “survival first”