Was when water wet the earth
And the leaves were all ablaze
Met with a gift of health
In a morning's misty haze

I stumbled to the dawn
Or did it roll to me
Plastered on pageantry
Wreathed in misery

Rolled on to the rhyolite
Held a cigarette to defend
And in the morning, rays of joy
Silhouetted in the shrill wind

What a wild child
Laughing in the breeze
Little loves of mine
This one to the knees

Eyes like dissonance
Altering with the sight
Shades of mountain mornings
In crystals of autumn light

Baseless wilting Lilly
I've left too long in the sun
I will search for your blooms
All summer long

And on peaks of sunny glade
Find many a flowers of color
But leave to lay the blooms
For yet another

Faded sinking, silly
The madness of the world
Can we not find the beauty
In the tragic unsnarled

Baseless wilting Lilly
I have searched all the wrong
I have scoured the hills
And the streams gentle song

It keeps me ever running
But maybe just for one more day
Why hide what you can't deny
And not speak of what is needed to say

Baseless wilting Lilly
I've left too long in the sun
I will search for your blooms
All my life long

Those at your wandering fingertips in the morning
Will be with crippled heart at noon
Or heavy on the mind in the evening
With memories reflected off the moon.

And on our lips yesterday
In the hardpress of youth
We thought we joined an answer
Or maybe breathed some truth.

Could’ve had a love cupped in the hands
Or one of prospect, yet to see when out to sea,
But i can’t readily sail my sunken hopes
Nor easily someone else pretend to be.

All i hold is cradled in tired palms
The soft earth clenched with fingers found
They could point to any horizon
But instead search endless in the ground

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We have no worth
And the useless marooned
For there is no safety
In a boundless room

Midnight creeps on the water
As it stalks in us all
Victims of our fears
That rises as we fall

Seen a sister stray from the shore
Leaving me in the canary reeds
Where the calm water can think
And the dragon fly feeds

And i heard the chorus frogs
Though quiet they might be
When compared to the universe
But not quite to me.

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Blindeye and optimistic
Like every love before
Sailing into an endless void
Forfeiting firm and famous shore

And i burn little memories
Keeping my position light lit
But how the wind makes it tremble
In defiant but foolish fits.

I seen you in my future
You saw me out your door
And I haven’t a paddle
Amidst an oceans roar

But i have an idea
That i can never be bound
For i live before the end
But you live for the ground.

Myself i held with surety, and tighter still my intuitions
And every action or conscious idea I perceived right
But after the shadow of your burden shaded my mind,
I took my gleeful optimism into your crimson night.

Where kettles and pipes and burning cigarettes,
Filled my nose with scents of foreign avenues,
And jangley buskers crooned into sweltering evenings,
With anodyne preachers sermonizing ‘round the fescues.

And midnight walkers- shades to the dark,
Beats of the beaten left out in the world,
Would pass our meager partition
Above which hung the nation unfurled.

In early morning six by six shackles
Walls stained from years of fire and tar
The end always seemed so near
And the world too far

Under a blanket of stars
Under an orange haze
That was the most brilliant
Of our loving stage

With the same old pair of eyes
I glimpse the outside through the blinds
Not a single chance of a thought
Had purchase in our minds

We sat barred against our consignment
Defiant of the dawn
Chasing memories before
They had a chance to be gone

Loving the evening hours
When chaos slept under linen
I knew we were to end
Before we were beginnin’

But it was an affair pure
Was it not
I’d spend it all again
Without a thought

Life moves on
With or without you
And it's not what we did
But what we do

I should not mourn
Or remember this moment
When my minds eye
Is gazing at the firmament

I wished you love
You promised to stay
We stumbled sometimes
Did  lose our way

Of all these things
That could have been
They must end in the now
Instead of a further then.

Well it seems like the fourth time around

And I'm at it again

With the jangle of Dylan

Growling in my head

And all my Cathy's

Now call themselves Kate's

And my little paradise withers

As shadows bloom at the gates

I speak with Kerouac and Cassady

We've all missed our departure

In a hairy spot at the seminary

Surrounded by devout tonsures

I look for the soul with certainty

Not in those bricks placed level

I seek in the grass for my angels

And to my friends for the devil's

They meander somewhere off into a sumit

And fade into the metallic racket

I know the air will thin and degrees plummet

We pray that they've both brought a jacket

I catch a ride with a pal of mine

I think he knows me well

We laugh, we remember, all crazy smiles

But even now I can never tell

I lay me down on an unkempt bed

To sleep just to dream of you

I thought I understood just one

I thought I thought I knew