Out there where the river flows, is where the desert owns all and the time has come to say fair’s fair, and a fact is a fact. The Southwestern Desert lives and breathes like all living things do, and somehow it helps this heart of mine and there is a long way to go and I know that I have been here before. And maybe one day all the sorrows will end and all the troubles will finally go. With many a road having been followed...

The hour is quiet and full of potential here just after nightfall, and I can hear what can be called a symphony of keepers out in the distance. Feeling the wind picking up, and feeling cold as if it is a harbinger of the coming winter with a taste of snow it. Seeing the strange skies as I stand here on the road in what might be called a moonlight mile with silence flowing like the airways on a radio. And taking one more m...

I have heard them say that the Devil’s in the details and I know exactly what they mean, and these are strange times we are currently living in and maybe it’s true what Lennon said about strange days having found us? With simulated sunsets and starlight dazzling my eyes and wondering for how long things will go this way, and have me feeling like I am walking through the wasteland with the ghost(s) in the machine(s), as I...

Sitting here and feeling as if the room has cleared of all the smoke that was in it, and I am more than most know or see as they think of me being both seen and unseen as well as heard and not heard as if I don’t exist. And I know the reaper kneeling and watching all that I have seen, and has me wondering if it will save my humanity? With that game to last for all eternity with no escaping and conviction seems to follow o...

Yes, I understand that every life must end, and as we sit alone knowing that there will be one day that we must go. Wondering who are those that will stay with me and I know that my sins are well practiced, and under everything lies just another human being? At times I have been a fool, and no-one knows this better than me, as I attempt to come clean. Remembering when I lived in those high desert plains and surrounded by...

With every breath I breathe there are times when I can see and feel what life has dealt to me, and I find myself looking for a singular touch of heavenly grace and maybe a taste of a divine rush. As I get asked from all around me; who’s side am I on and why do I seem to be looking for a dream of life again? I might be a little bit weaker than I used to be and I might be forgotten but, I’m not gone, and remember seeing the...

I seem to have done it again and found myself back here where I have been so many times before and I know that there is no one else to blame for those actions I have done. And seem to have lost my way down the line again, and with every breath I take it seems as though I see all that life has dealt to me. Wishing for something new and possibly a guiding light that cuts through this darkness which is currently surrounding...

Sitting here afraid to lose control and I am being called out on many fronts it seems, and seems I have wasted both breath and time, all while it feels as if I am thinking myself to death. Having been born without the current fear felt, and the only thought that seems clear; is I need to move and need to fight. Feels as if anything I say is from something I seem to have read, and been doing my thinking with my heart inste...

All of this time when I look back there were too many voices and too many lies that were heard and told, and I was chasing a lifetime that would eventually steal my soul as I was losing all control. We all have fears and demons to deal with and the only thing that is really needed right now is honesty. And every moment is a breath and a chance to live again, with the truth driving out the fears in most cases. And looking...

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...

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...

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...