Working Sunday
    Playing Monday
    Wishing one day…things’ll be better then
Yesterday picked up a little piece of advice:
when the sun rise early,
birds pecking but the day drop dice
cruising soldier
bending older
    Working Sunday
    Playing Monday
    Wishing one day…things’ll be better then
moving on singing
I’ll soon be gone drinking
strong shots at the end of the weekend
thoughts lost what the finder been seeking
and the size fits just a little bit
the wise gets just a little fit
chrome plates stain progenitor
fly baits juice to janitor
    Working Sunday
    Playing Monday
    Wishing one day…things’ll be better then
roll-up writer smells sensitive
pilot bolder to sketch Wednesday with the words write live
cruising soldier
bending older
well I’ve been;
driving tired
sleeping wired
working fired
wishing things’ll be better when-
    [chorus]
things’ll be better than this.

I came back home and found i tread the ground dearest to me -
these things that held me up
It’s so easy to miss the road you’re standing on
when you’re blinded
It’s so easy to close your eyes against what you find
    When I feel I ain’t getting nowhere
    Like I’m losing the race
    When I can’t look myself in the face
    I take some time
    When the ship’s going down
    And I feel like I’m drowning
    And I can’t face the next round
    I take some time
There’s too many people here to count
But to me you still stand out
because my past times are the remedy
My side’s only half as wide to satisfy a new rendition
It’s a will to help rebuild when my world’s under suspicion
    [chorus]
I don’t want to play at introductions
Don’t want to be shifting in the wind
When I thought life was over I found out it’s time to begin
So, maybe it ain’t bad
I thought I caught you smiling, juggling the old times we had
    [chorus]

who’s accord is broken?
withered kneel and tread
this back seat driver
wound up upon intelligence
i’m sorry i missed you
wise sighted threatened best
one plus two
three sides now apply for rest
once again it never was
wide open
why open up
    But could you hear me?
    now we don’t talk at all
    could you hear me?
    do you fear this call..
the rain makes lightning
when simple fears rest
do you fear this,
or was it couldn’t you hear me?
and i build a barricade
as behind eyes shined apart
i dove from clues to questions
but i couldn’t find my heart...
time sampled on
above abreast beyond
a simple wave
but a single phrase
strife frightened to write these songs
sentence what became
high over,
overcome..
once again it never was
wide open
why open up
    But could you hear me?
    Now we don’t talk at all
    Could you hear me?
    Do you fear this call
    Could you hear me?
    Now we don’t talk at all
    Could you hear me?
    You couldn’t be near me.

Walking home
The sun sweet setting
Clutching trains of thought
and steaming Armageddon
Falling Rome
Lies toe curling
Crossing miles of sleeping child
and smiling certain
    When wide awake
    Went away
    Take a break
    Share the day
Calling home
with no silver lining
I‘m digging deep but
sowing seems so far from dining
I’m not alone
I’m just pretending
Seeking friend’s attention getting
slowly ending
    [bridge]
    But who’s to say
    What comes around
    When what you seek
    Can’t be found
Walking home
The sun still setting
Beneath this heaven’s gentle hand
our friendship’s mending
    [bridge]
    [chorus]
    And whose to say
    Who wins at all
    When first you rise
    Then you fall
    Who’s to say
    What trails you weave
    When first you come
    And then you leave

Savor one unaware
Down but not out, close to the climb
but dying under water
Sides Win, Piled In, Wild Winds, and My Friends
Moving into summer,
and falling back through spring
Things seemed wise at a time when i was flying round the bend
Started sober, with a busted toe for thought
Lying close to honest, saved by a deep breath
a good guest, and a bright early start
Slow Climb, Spare Time, Sharp Rise, How Time Flies
Running back past center,
and climbing in through change
Base divided, slides provided, home rides back into range
Slow stop...with inches to spare
Cruised in lazy, now i’m digging holes in crazy
and blinking through the glare
Snow Soon, High Noon, No Rooms, and Show Tunes
Using higher learning, and sacrificing sin
These things tried, tired eyes again
detract from open horizons
Brief Walks, Quick Talks, Work Blocks, and My Clock Stops

He burned your nose when he went to light your cigarette. I turned to go but decided not to leave just yet. Two thirds of a bottle had you shaking your head admit. You need to stabilize kid, maybe you should sit..
    i know things are looking down
    but there’s wisdom at your level
    and your head still wears that crown
    i thought i saw you sinking, but i know you can breath under water
    out right now, you almost done? well sort of..
You tried to light it yourself and i saw your face smoking. Started laughing so hard i started choking. One more chuckle and you start to wobble, and i ask for a mouthful of what’s in your bottle..
    he got it lighted and passed off the bottle
    and we all drank and shared our thoughts
    so what’s a problem a red can’t remedy?
    half a liter to soothe those sent to me
    made the night air warmer, and held off the storm.
Now your butt’s almost gone and it’s half past late. So i made my move, but you you just wait. With that silly grin and you smell like wine. But soul means soul however you define..

stories roam my mind
let me tell you
caution lost time
closed in thin lines
and walks through my ‘never minds’
let me tell you
shy hides grey heights
silent side, quick sights
i’ll never be lazy beneath my sifted succumb
and ‘know betters’
let me tell you
free time, quick slides
trick rides
blue sky..
high times, sharp sides
far strides, long nights
let me tell you
..and no better

Seems so far away
the more I stare at it closely
Wise winds should breathe a sail
full of mostly quiet thoughts
Sit deep and move stone
But ripples only shrug a silent surface
As if a scar had a lighter shade outside
but its depth in the bone
    When two steps back
    Won’t cover the overhead
    I’m two shades black
    I use my shadow’s sight instead
    And tonight I won’t look back
    It’s older than my memory’s sight’s intact
I couldn’t walk outside
without a far reaching light
held by a passing glance
Far past guessing, my uncertainty
left a hard stare into my own eyes
Troubled water splashed broken glass
As if first found defects could turn
the clock faster than the gentle breeze of chance
    [chorus]
And now darkness comes
slower then before days shortened
Cold air kinder
Taught sense by the Sun’s new presence
Well I should have known spring comes stronger
when chasing a longer winter
As if this circle could be entranced, derailed,
or becalmed by the limp sail of circumstance
    [chorus]

sitting low, regain my foothold as the summer’s sinking into rain
bad left shoulder, cost and spoil, thoughts less of loss and gain
and it’s one up to the shelter beneath my higher road
i was asleep for three days pushing back boulders, been packing a heavy load
    and i came over the hill
    and i wished to the crowd
    i would not be lost
    along the way
pitching the sun to the weather man and smiling with my eyes
lost and lonely, cold and broken, night’s killing hope’s suprise
selling the scent to the hunted and tracking through my dust
warming the cold in the shoulder, fixing the break of the bust
    [chorus]
aimless wonders what another could see in myself
weathered summer cuts away the old rain to be with myself
    [chorus]