Silence stills those words broken
Memory’s shadow on green fields spoken
A name, a number something written
It was you doing the pitching
On fields of dust, of grass and clover
What to give to live it over
Pity time it cannot stop
Precious dreams, this one thought
If there’s a god, he must know
Within my soul you will grow
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
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everywhere you look tiny skybox people
faces no bigger than a dime
wondering what they're thinking about
in their tiny, skybox kinds of minds
skybox eyes, skybox lips smaller than a dot
images of life condensed and squeezed
in a space no larger than a thought
faces no bigger than a dime
wondering what they're thinking about
in their tiny, skybox kinds of minds
skybox eyes, skybox lips smaller than a dot
images of life condensed and squeezed
in a space no larger than a thought
Friday, May 9, 2008
The sound of your voice
hello, nothing much to say
how's it going out your way
got your note the other day
saying, you might pass this way
I'll be home
by the phone
wondering,
please come home
thinking where you were at nights
amber haze 'neath street lights
foggy vision, cloudy mind
hole in me words can't define
no one home
by the phone
wondering,
you alone?
heard you finally settled down
got both feet back on the ground
was it worth the look around
thanks, I need hearing the sound
of your voice
still your choice
wondering,
blue eyes moist
leaving left a mark on me
but not very plain to see
buried by reality
was hope, even certainty
no one home
by the phone
wondering,
please come home
how's it going out your way
got your note the other day
saying, you might pass this way
I'll be home
by the phone
wondering,
please come home
thinking where you were at nights
amber haze 'neath street lights
foggy vision, cloudy mind
hole in me words can't define
no one home
by the phone
wondering,
you alone?
heard you finally settled down
got both feet back on the ground
was it worth the look around
thanks, I need hearing the sound
of your voice
still your choice
wondering,
blue eyes moist
leaving left a mark on me
but not very plain to see
buried by reality
was hope, even certainty
no one home
by the phone
wondering,
please come home
All I need to know
never been to Mexico
never seen Idaho
never reached for the sky
never even wondered why
my two feet upon the ground
spending days looking down
only thing I define
your shadow next to mine
and the only words I need to know
are those three carved long ago
when the day is gone
and the lights turned out
I will know what life's about
when November rolls around
when the snow is on the ground
when your footprints drift my way
you will bring a sunny day
as my thoughts begin to fade
and my passion turns to gray
everything I've ever known
came from you alone
and the only words I need to know
are those three carved long ago
when the day is gone
and the lights turned out
I will know what life's about
never been to Mexico
never seen Idaho
never reached for the sky
never even wondered why
never seen Idaho
never reached for the sky
never even wondered why
my two feet upon the ground
spending days looking down
only thing I define
your shadow next to mine
and the only words I need to know
are those three carved long ago
when the day is gone
and the lights turned out
I will know what life's about
when November rolls around
when the snow is on the ground
when your footprints drift my way
you will bring a sunny day
as my thoughts begin to fade
and my passion turns to gray
everything I've ever known
came from you alone
and the only words I need to know
are those three carved long ago
when the day is gone
and the lights turned out
I will know what life's about
never been to Mexico
never seen Idaho
never reached for the sky
never even wondered why
Monday, May 5, 2008
Saturday Night
filling the house with noise
cramming the space you left
switching off on lights
creeping shadows of theft
picturing friends, only a few
thinking of time
when time needed you
cramming the space you left
switching off on lights
creeping shadows of theft
picturing friends, only a few
thinking of time
when time needed you
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Please, No Coins on the Grave
stolen youth, the ages mourn
sons, daughters of mothers born
hushed, silent those granite lanes
chiseled letters, a borrowed name
taps trumpets dirge proclaims
earth's green hills to reclaim
all good things from where they came
all good things from where they came
sons, daughters of mothers born
hushed, silent those granite lanes
chiseled letters, a borrowed name
taps trumpets dirge proclaims
earth's green hills to reclaim
all good things from where they came
all good things from where they came
Notes at the Gallary
her face catches a wave of light
in Overflow
day dream, night shadow on a bed
in Overflow
his love brushed her soul, asleep
in Overflow
green coat, in the doorway, in the orchard
in Overflow
and he painted to end
so the end could go on
and he called it
Overflow
in Overflow
day dream, night shadow on a bed
in Overflow
his love brushed her soul, asleep
in Overflow
green coat, in the doorway, in the orchard
in Overflow
and he painted to end
so the end could go on
and he called it
Overflow
His Three Girls
kindest words said silence spoken
halting verbs, nouns, brown eyes broken
grab him, grab him, grab him I say
wake him, shake him, wake him who lays
halting verbs, nouns, brown eyes broken
grab him, grab him, grab him I say
wake him, shake him, wake him who lays
Saturday, May 3, 2008
A Stolen Image
shadows left behind
a fingerprint on time
stay to tell us what
it was you knew
in that photo long ago
a stolen image of you
a side view
cigarette dangling
smoke hanging
a silhouette
in an empty room
a black and white moment
another view
silence frozen
you were chosen
no questions
no judgments made
time blinked and put you there
in shades of haze
a soft texture
a complex mixture
of private thoughts
and colors within
an outside glimpse of an
inward look
no light escapes
photos fades
of memories made
one exposure
a shadow and you
a fingerprint on time
stay to tell us what
it was you knew
in that photo long ago
a stolen image of you
a side view
cigarette dangling
smoke hanging
a silhouette
in an empty room
a black and white moment
another view
silence frozen
you were chosen
no questions
no judgments made
time blinked and put you there
in shades of haze
a soft texture
a complex mixture
of private thoughts
and colors within
an outside glimpse of an
inward look
no light escapes
photos fades
of memories made
one exposure
a shadow and you
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