Sitting here late at night and half asleep I seem to hear a voice calling me, as I listen and wonder if it is only in my mind or is it coming from someone I failed in some way or merely left behind? To sort it all out, I let all of the good and bad guys I have been along with the demons and angels who defeated them, come together in me now as I greet them like a cast that’s been assembled like a gathering in an empty room...

I think I saw you glancing,just the thought had me smiling,anticipating what might be,oh the possibilityYou rocked me at the first sight,that's when I felt lust’s bite,my mind began to run wild,and my thoughts were far from mildThe sultry curve of your hips,and those tantalizing lips,your eyes tempting me to you,but I saw sadness there tooThen you were gone just like that,I waited too long to chatan opprotunity missed,and...

I woke up today and realized, I am just not happy. And yes, I am sappy. Sometimes. Through all the chaos and fire-fight, my hand slipped from yours as I caught sight of the madness that night. I guess you could say part of me died the next day. The very next dawn I knew something terrible had gone on. With bullets flying overhead, I lay still, crying, trying to remember what you'd said but it's just so loud. Instead, I fo...

Once again I find myself standing here leaning against a wall listening to the day’s sounds in the dawn’s dark light, as the sounds of chords being heard and then fading away as I vaguely remember how things looked when the day started. Noticing that all looks different and seems I have no recollection of how all looked before as I stand here feeling all-right, and knowing there would be emotion(s) involved but nothing sp...

Standing here on a wooded ridge feeling the fine drizzling rain in my face here in the North Country Fair, and feeling as if I had wiped the dust from my hands and the sleep from my eyes and being aware of changes taking place. As I find myself standing here and am reminded of when I stood in a dark doorway and looked out at that temple of life when I attempted to try and live my life upon the square as I looked to the sk...

Once again I find myself making my way down the line and this time I haven’t heard that old Highway 61 call, and knowing exactly where I have been and now have had most of my yesterdays tagged and filed away as I watch all roll by. And that Girl from The North Country Fair sits waiting while dreaming of fields of sunflowers bent over in the snow, as she knows that the time will soon arrive to have all start over again and...

I open my mouth Sounds spill out Thoughts form words But my feelings are not heard You yell and scream I try to explain but face defeat You cannot see what I see Refuse to stop and hear me You point accusingly And hurl accusations at me I try to find ways to make you see But it just gets ugly You are mad, you are done  I feel the sting as my tears come But you don't care  You turn away, leaving me there I guess our love w...

Beauty makes me feel, Makes anyone feel who is human, Who actually feels as a human, Makes us feel.Music makes me feel,Makes anyone feel who is human,Who actually feels as a human, Makes us feel.Beauty and music. Together,As one thing.They are one.We sense them. We sense them with our eyes and our ears. And our noses,Bringing to us the wonder of odors, perfumes, blossoms on the vine,Smells that make us feel sublime. The w...

As I stand here upon this ridge overlooking the bay through the trees, and seeing the ruins of that grey tower standing there alone across from me. Knowing this to be the place where we heard the clanking of those iron harness bells, when we both left footprints in the snow near here one winter as the blue light of dusk rose. When we met one night in the abandoned church near the ruined tower standing there, which became...

Making my way down this trail that follows the shoreline as I feel the rain on my face and catch a scent of snow in the air, and I seem to hear the ghostly strains of a violin and cello being played in a slow haunting style that has my mind drift back. To thoughts of one whose heart had finally run out of summers in October ’92 and questions I asked and a promise I made, before they went to that undiscovered country from...

Walking on the beach with you one winter afternoon near an old hotel that has been closed for years, which we have both heard that will be torn down one day soon as we feel the cold wind coming in from the dunes, and asking that you stay with me, and these are days that we need to hold onto and a time to remember and look back at. Both of us carry collateral damage after having lived through what seems like other lifetime...

Finding myself out here again on that old Highway 61once again, and hearing the old cries and commands in my head as I make my way where it leads, as the old cadence song of: ”Leforight, 2,3,4, sound off; 1,2, sound off; 3, 4, cadence count; 1,2,…3, 4!" are heard clearly. As I look back and know, one should never look back, but sometimes we do it anyway and see the flames, Which are still pouring from that empty boxcar th...

And though moments have passed by I find it hard to turn away and walking through those dreams that have been cast away on the way through here. With us all carrying some sort of scars like souvenirs picked up along the way, with the past being that is never far behind no matter how far we have traveled on down the line. And life is a lot more than what we are and sometimes sounds like an old tired song only we can hear w...

The smallest battles have left the deepest scars, (and all the scars are on the inside of me), as I stand here seeing the smoke pouring out from an open boxcar door sitting there abandoned on the siding. Knowing full well I may have lost the war but won almost every battle I joined, and has me remembering long ago when the sun was shining, and I had joining those causes that that seemed to be the ones that were worth figh...

Arriving at the station after having gotten off of that midnight train, and not really being the same person as I was after having everything lost and still reeling and recovering from the "Thanksgiving Massacre." So went and made some changes and caught a midnight train came to be here.Making my way outside and standing in front of the station, and standing there by that highway hoping to catch a ride, and watching as ev...