Around the coals we gather to warm are tired souls
Brothers singing of all life's woes
And dear old sawyer and his lady go on their way
Towards the west and memory lane.
I bid adieu to these travelers and the heated night
One day we will find peace in our drunken blight
To the poet and their thoughtful muse
To the guitarist and their twanging tune
To the smoker with a hazy mind
And the couple rekindled in Octobers fire.

I shake the world from my feet
***** and unholy
Bring forth a new start

Stepping towards the mark
Lifted from trails
Blown through the altitude.

Blessed by love and torn from death
To gather hope ill be in your heart

When the day grows dark
The light shines on
My stride is stronge
My smile rung

But I'll keep on keeping on

Beneath the dim October sky
Wrapped in a shawl of celestial mist
I saw an unloved ghost fly by
And heard him bemoan the life he missed.

I discovered I cried at night
With you laying next to me. My pillow wet and cold.
Staring. At your shoulder.
Beckoning to hold a piece of me.

The heat from your body burned
My light leaves,
And I shiver as you wake.

Speaking through a dream.
Wish I could sleep.

i told myself that you would come back around
towards my little town.
i told myself that you'd be there
when i needed the lightning.
even now the taste is bitter of folly and lore,
and i can't take it any more.
another wave crashed over you in a cold daze
and i know it pulled you further out to sea,
but i still love your melody.
hallucinating on a bleak "oh well"
        of lingering spells.

and i still love you're memory.

it seemed so long ago i felt the breeze of the wind
cold and unfeeling
that i forgot the wretchedness of longing.

it called out to me in a bleak fall night
begging to be a perfect song,
even as i barely hit the chorus.

to be a thing of solidarity was only a dream
unfailing in its despair and blurred haze.

travelling for so long a chest ways heavy
****** and bare towards lighter fire.

won't you come together and cloth my naked skin?
desperate in her heated gaze,
yet left out in the freezing rain.

liquid courage and muddy feat
track across the unknown sands,
walking towards affinity.

hear the heart beat there isn't much
that can stand the scene,
of life and death and beginnings.

i don't care about material things
like my social stats.
winded up on a nails hinge
threaded by divine design.

everything carries it's weight
in colour.