moods high or lowa garden growswe plantin springwatchfor what the weatherbringsmy memoriesof autumn pasti wonder why these thingswill never lastwinter..
they say there's a Creatorthat knows the soulthey say prayer is goldit's silence' callthe bells castin silvertollthe moving fingerhaving writto witto ..
Rumi's reflectionsa quiet Qurancount the grapes on the vineknow you're just a manhope for vague apotheosisfaith's a fine lineto wait they say is holyI..
day lightday breaksunrise sunsetday and nightin equal measuredarkness weighs me downheavy in my mindgrace aboundsanother mystery to findsatellitesand ..
old friendsold storieswe bartered ancient talesreligion abounded in those daysmyths and legendtonight I wonder as to the bloodsing songs from a scoreI..
the spider's webtides flow and ebbtime is fair, so be awareto take the time, breathe in the airancient pines stretch towards the skytake a moment to w..
Kestrel by Kilgore TroutAnother song from the drunk and psychotic days...I can't quite rememberall the places I've beenso i look out my windownow the ..
A song I wrote and recorded many years ago while drunk and psychotic... inspired by the day to day violence we see all around us...Leavings of the Wol..
my body is powerfulthis corpus of languagemind of metaphorstanding on legs of limerickskull screaming rhyme schemedefying definitiongnashing teethgrin..