They gonna hang me in the morning… They gonna hang me when the mornin… They gonna string me up and have m… That why my son, I gave you my gu… To walk in fields safe with no one…
She sings to me so sweetly, Like fingers tracing across velvet… Within the darkness of the night, As we lay across my azure blanket, She is my tender goddess,
In the golden sunlight, by the eme… In the softness of the fresh grass… I traced my tired fingers across h… Had I, in my younger days thought… Held her closer in the shade of pe…
A rose born on a thorn is a rose n… A broken heart is birthing a painf… Ugly is to beauty what is only can… Single eyes in a mind Perceptions… In creating Creation is created i…
Cast away your spotless shadow cast away your broken woe, to where the broken-hearted lie as sun shines in the sky, Cast them away,
Before me, a field is Open, More roots than can be counted, The songs they sing, bring life in… Essence or non-essence? Struggle or strife?
When everything you run from just… And when everything you fear just… When all the ones you step on end… Oh I’d hate to be you on that lon… When all the words you speak go si…
Five and Ten ‘cent women, Running though the street, Walking fast but thinking slow, To every eye they meet, Five and Ten ’cent women,
Majestical journey, About to be begun, And I in my cap, Facing the yellow sun, Smile upon my tired face,
Past the calm lake where, Geese usually flock, Through and through, A shattered rock path that, Has been forgot,
Yellow bird, Flies across the sky, Yellow bird, Dies in the ground, Yellow bird,
“Tell me, what other than a woman is sweeter than honey?” Wettest, softest, brightest, most delicious, heated And for what happened next, it can’t be explained, Cigarette smoke float...
A songbird blasted my senses, In the early morning light, Like some ancient cannon fired, In some long ago war fight, And at attention stood my eyes,
Green fields and vast valleys, Pockets of white and sand on a bea… Purple studded clouds, as a King… This is the place I wish to be, Before the storm and in sunlight,
Death has not eyes, On life’s heavenly heartbeat, But within clocked hours calls upo… The silhouettes of those lost and… Yet life,