The red and the orange
under the bark of a tree
the dragons, they flow
around the twists and the turns
in the shade it is cool
in the sun you may burn
sing to the mountains
to see what you learn
the lights in the sky
sense you walk by
the mountains are waiting
they know you are shy
they know you're afraid
and you wanna get paid
but the hole in your soul
yeah it won't go away
if you fill it with space...
go with the flow
continue to grow
follow your soul
Hold up a thumb
with no place to run
but someone to find
who loves like the sun
or maybe a van
that starts with a plan
strum your guitar and
perhaps get a tan
sing to the streets
for something to eat
some cash for some gas
none for shoes for your feet
home's anywhere
'cause you make me complete...
go with the flow
continue to grow
follow your soul
The mountains of pines
that grow in straight lines
leave me a wood staff
that aged over time
one more day has passed
I should want to collapse
my paper maché soul
is made up from maps
the paper-cut clouds
that don't make a sound
cast patches of darkness-
drift along the ground
the sharp taste of blood
the warmth of the flood
I never expect that
I'm biting my tongue...
go with the flow
continue to grow
*follow your soul

Across a valley of tall cotton grass
There is a hillside where time doesn't pass
And down the hill from the trees we ran
Holding moments in our open hands
As we greeted the edge of town
Our eyes followed the ravine down
And from the trail we did stray
Spotting the portal tunnel that day
Messages from over the years stood, tall at both sides
We crept forward into the growing circle of light

A large bale of hay, a place to rest our backs
You showed me the trails in my palms
The things I'd done formed tiny tracks
Like the trails of stars, we drift with the breeze
Or thunderstorm air that blew through the trees
A blanket fort hot-air-balloon
Lifted by an ageless tune
The lullaby stories are sung by the full moon
Saying, "Try and rest your eyes, darling,
Morning will come soon"
So day broke and I held on tight to summertime
(For winter I cannot grasp)
Like the things you have with you
That you know will leave too fast

You can watch the sun move as it sets,
An orange stripe thinning,
But my how things get dizzy
When you notice that you're spinning

Black clouds hide the very sun
aimless in darkness we run
until, a wonderous sight, we see the light
and waves of growing pain
become stacatto drops of happy rain

somedays down at the beach
the ocean makes a mighty speech
water glistens, people listen
and put away the moment's mind
to ignore the voice of time

come with me
friend of mine
what we cant quite look for
we'll surely find

some nights, silver dreams of silk
from starry skies above are spilt
into a place free from space
where creatures of art are wild
somewhere man becomes child

come with me
and what we'll see
we won't quite know
until we're free

Your love that is shared
with me so willingly

Is like a calming elixir that
is poured into my soul

It gathers all my fears
and self-doubt’s

And burns them to ash
in the heat of our passion

mkt

In the midst of my mind
Hopelessly trying to organize
The information that flooded in
From five different directions
I could speak just one word
Through my body
And out of my mouth:
Raw͵
I said.
And so I was.
And so it was then that I could accept my own existence of that moment
Because of the perfect word...
Raw.
The surface on my skin,
Scars and grime,
A protective opacity,
Had been scrubbed off
Leaving me raw,
But all of me.
Clean,
Sore,
Fragile, and gentle.
Ready to grow and heal.
A full, deep breath,
The air and I inhaled eachother.

Can we be uprooted together
Tied to the sky
To drift with the clouds?

What if

     we        broke              r e a l i t y  

(Or rather, theirs)?
We could see the way the monotonous,
Predictable schedules deteriorate.
Free from distance
Free from time
We'll live life the way we truly mean
With our whole souls

I met a guy,
And when he looks at me
I know he sees
Him and me
Down the road
When we're old
Sitting' on that back porch
Drinkin' sweet tea
Or maybe whiskey;
Him and me
Down the road
Livin' in an airstream
Like gypsies
Blown from place to place
Never stayin' settled too long;
Him and me
Down the road
Hand in hand
Watchin' our
Sons become fathers,
Daughters become mothers,
But always our children
No matter how old they get;
Him and me
Down the road
Side by side
Six feet under
With his epitaph that reads
"Her and me forever."
And mine that reads
"What he said."