Soil turned in summer’s eye
Flattened blades from weary boots
Trees are singing; hopping birds
Return their polyphonic tune
Rusty Chevys rumble by
Wandering, but never lost
Laughter makes the soil gleam
Restless wheels and sodden leaves
Stories follow, day by day
Always moving, never rest
Scent of timber feeds each breath
Far from home, but never left

It's Pride who sits on lofty shoulders,
Donning silk and crystal shoes,
She blinds all those without the strength to see.

Time runs on oiled tracks,
Cloaked in wants; forgotten wishes,
He waits with open arms.

You Can't Make People Change.


They Can Only Change Themselves.

Every day it goes away

Every day… it’s almost gone

Every day it goes away

Every day it finds a way to escape

Every day it finds a way….

Every day it finds a way….



Hope’s never there when you need it

Sometimes you’ve got to stand on your own

Hope will only take you halfway there

You’ve got to lead the way

My head's an endless circle.
The depths of which, unknown,
To any man or child or beast,
My sanity condone.

My head contains no corners,
Beginnings, nor an end.
No pathways and no rabbit holes,
Escape is all pretend.

My head's an endless circle.
A tangled, twisting maze.
Of flying books and living words,
And tales on silver trays.

My head is full of paper.
Some plastic and some glass.
And birds and things that live in here,
Whatever comes to pass.

My head is full of wonders,
A miracle or two.
So come inside, I'd like to share,
Insanity with you.

I'm ending a chapter....

Starting anew.....

It will never end.