Warm weather hits my face,
Last chance to feel the rays,
Burning lighting in the dark haze.
Must escape this maze.

Killing our lives with potions,
Distracted by machines,
Have we forgot?
Our mother has no time left.

Its been a long day,
waiting for my check,
working for my cash,
no time to play.

Looking to play,
no time for that life,
suit and tie...die.
see what we've done,
creativity shunned.

We could sit here together,
alone,
Letting the wind and waves take us,
quit work and run away away.
My dear, there's no time to be afraid.

I tried for you,
Oh my
on my knees
I'm begging for you
Oh girl...

You've messed around before
I heard it from a friend
Oh no,
look at you now,
so happy but so sad.

Oh Jone's how to act?
your spirit is lost
torn and dazed
lost forever faded
Oh Jones
your sad face
old and weathered
once you could hang
now your just a fang
under my skin again.

The girl I know is so far away,
she makes me wait for her, day by day

I can't see her until shes free
she just let me be.

Her name is unfamiliar,
I rarely see you around here.

Darlin' why make me wait?
I lost my best friend,
and you just keep me hanging here

This girl I know doesn't know my side,
she is so far away now, and not by my side.

I just don't want to know,
I'll just leave now.

Across the dung smell
I pick the fungus
She taunts me,
Yet I only want a snack.
As the reddish horizon sets, far away in the distance, I shine…
This mildew infiltrates-
Sets its sites on my stomach
Oh, my intestines
My eyes
Widen
Heaviness ventures fourth-
This burden I carry,
Shares the land among us.
The complexity of nature calls to
Me.
Only because I found her…
My eyes now see the stars,
Glowing, shifting, & reminding me,
Of what it’s like being one.

Smoke rises from luminous light burning by the fire.
Sitting here my soul finds peace by the fire.

Ruby, tangerine, and ebony dance circling the wave of warmth.
Glancing above, unreachable stars find a place by the fire.

My ancestors left marks in the wood where they once rested.
Just as I am, storytelling, beside by the fire.

Whispers in the forest ascend into the silence of smoke.
Yet I find myself pondering, what they once said by the fire.

Desolate, as I am, speculating how to inspire a new song.
Now voices are coming back like a shadow by the fire.

Took the thought beside the fire once carried by bones left behind.
The spheres tell me what I should be, oh what to write, all I want is peace by the fire.

Moving into my occupied spirit with invites of old.
Brad is my name, here my voice, my words, my breath by the fire.