Southbound

I'm southbound baby

I can't take you any more

I'm taking my things

and walking out that door

I'm southbound baby

the tears start when night comes

each heartbeat brings me down

sorrow somber sorrow

movement repetitive intuition

gloominess a boat

lost in the sea of my mind

I'm southbound baby 

I'll take whatever I find

Empty-Handed

Grasp at illusion and you'll end up empty-handed

In our souls

Graveyards are more full of life than most people know,

with seasons and crops of their own,

little flags for fathers that fought,

flowers for mothers in their cemetery plots,

plastic Christmas trees brought from home,

picnics had with family in tow.....

all to remember the dead...

keeping their memory in our souls

Set Free

Without direction, some are lost,

others set free....

Below the surface

Avail the unknown

there lies the answer

just below the surface

Spontaneity

Spontaneity is the only principal to be concerned with...

Blurred

The lines of time blurred

scant traces of our passing