Mixed

The ingredients of life are best mixed slowly over time

Congestion

We tend to fill the roads with congestion,

making our journey all the more difficult

Building worlds

Imagine the world we could build if we freed ourselves

Steps

The soul of us bound up in the steps of our days

Send help

A pond too shallow for reflection

Earl, hurry, please hurry

send for reinforcements

they've got the beachfront

Hey man, it's terrible

there's hundreds of them

and they've got weapons

bottles of beer

rafts, surfboards

and half naked women

hurry, before it's too late

Beyond Foolishness

Setting the pattern

quite early

all of us

and how it's done

quite well

that really we

can hardly tell

no downfall

really, though...

yet we have a need

and a knowledge

beyond foolishness

Continue

and once I have, nothing seemed wrong,

and once it's over, everyting goes on

True Success

Oh how we measure success so wrong,

for is not a man bordering on poverty,

who yet still manages to keep his family

sheltered, clothed, and fed......

a true success

Listen

To read headlines

or talk, if you could

just find someone

who'd listen

Much Joy

Music, the language of the soul,

will fill the days with much joy

Damaged

but she's not there

she' dead

in your hair

her head

and screeming

and crying

you wake

in the corner

of a big

empty bed

Captured

Captured

prisoner of war

bars and barbed wire

hold this man

like crabs buried

in the sand

Mama

Mama, she's so proud

the war, the theft,

she wants more

she says, so let the blood

run cold as it stains my hands

Down the drain

The temperature slowly rose

water running down

from face to toes

little by little I begin to melt

with this morning's rain

rushing down the drain

Her interlude

He's holding the corner booth

she'll meet him at 2:00

this brief moment an interlude of life

something to get accustomed to

Gone Away

Out the door, gone away

leaving with her love too

a void never to be filled

I ain't coming back

Don't offer me anything I never asked for

or I'll just turn and walk out that door

put a right to leave clause in any contract

you might try to get me to sign

because this is not your life, it's mine

stick with your books and magic

casting spells on me would be tragic

once I'm gone, I ain't coming back

Admiration

The infrequency of admiration filled the air of our youth

Expression

Some are free to express what so many only feel....

No place to hide

The path the old man chose to take

was by no means a mistake

he has been through the dark and narrow

and has known the flight like the arrow

his path has become another road

another way for us to go, us he's told

but at the end of the line we wait

for another to break through the gate

and lead us on the other side

where there is no place for us to hide

Heavy Rain

Leveling his thumb

to get out of an impossible night

tired

caught in the rain

it's time to get back

home

and warm away

the stiffness

that sets in

from the cold

and the road

carrying a heavy load

Obstacles

Our travels not always easy, obstacles await us,

with any luck we get through them and on our way

Plans

She dreams of a distant future, better, she makes plans

Convenience

On the road to nowhere, it's convenience that counts

I don't know

Too close to the heart to ever let out

all those feelings that might cause doubt

that's what the "I don't knows" are about

Ought or Not

Prince of the scene

everyone thinks

you know where it's at

the streets are yours

rolled between your fingers

"Hey man, you is sure a cool cat,"

taking the world blindly

'cause you'se a singer

out to tell people

the way things should be

I don't know

Unspoken worlds

well thought out

leaving no doubt

what the "I don't knows"

are all about

Keep quiet

No escape from madness

no escape from the eyes

everywhere you turn

they'll be watching

don't do that

you're not supposed to

don't waste your time

you're not allowed to

keep quiet or you'll hang

Racing young

No light here

only darkness

dirt and dust

searching for a treasure

looking for a cause

Just once more

Let me hear the sea

crash against the shore

Let me see the horizon

oh, just once more

for here is my love

and my joy.....

down below...

and up above

Take your time

No need to hurry, the pub holds no time,

lament nothing that wasn't meant to be

No words

The means matters not,

it's the soul that is touched,

by a language with no words

Monuments

We moving through time to be forgotten

leave monuments to nothing but our egos

left behind for others to assign meaning