Aimlessly wandering desert plains
Sifting the sands in search of your name
Heat waves beating from a blazing star
An unquenchable thirst to find who you are

Mirage after mirage allude your eyes
Casting illusions that your search is nigh
Across the sand flows a blood soaked creek
Masking the truth for which you seek

But deep beneath the surface are your fortunes untold
Upon a tattered old book, your name in bold
Stop following the deceptions that you see
Follow your heart it will set you free

The blazing phoenix
Soars to the skies
With tender flames

Bursting into ash
Drifting among the winds
To the ground it rains

Piles of ash cold as ice
Scattered remains
Begin to rise

With exploding heat
Born again ready to fly
Off it soars back to the skies

Harmonious vibrations of existence
Resonate silently through
Heart and soul

It is that one evening of the week
Time to draw the water from the well
For your village grows physically weak
Waiting for death to ring their bell

You drop the bucket into the abyss
To bring another week of crystal life
So no soul you will have to miss
In this ****** world of strife

As the line rises to its apex
Not a pinch of liquid
Not even a speck
Just an empty casing of wood

But in these moments of hard times
You remember the souls and hearts
That came together with joined hands
That dug this well and nailed in the parts

Today may not be the day
But together you shall stand strong as one
Again like before you'll join hands to pray
In hope that tommorow water shall come

Even if this breath may be the last
With your soul you'll inhale each memory
Remembering all the souls of your past
And become one with them for eternity

One little feeling
Just a slight change of emotion
Can start your mind spinning
Causing a world of commotion

Like the ignition of rockets
A tiny spark is all it takes
To cause a domino effect
Raising all the stakes

Take a dive in the ocean
As a shark swims by
Feel the rushing adrenaline
As you reach for the sky

Clouds come over
A thunderstorm strikes
Only five minutes later
It's a clear starry night

Leaving you in wonder
What's going to happen next
Maybe let's just wander
Along lifes steps

the legend of Bobbie Jo


The bar room was noisy
When Bobbie Jo sat down,
Her stage was like a postage stamp
Her eyes creased in a frown.

Her T shirt was faded
Her jeans full of holes
But her face had a beauty
Neither young nor old.

She slung the strap of her guitar
Behind her slender neck,
Six silver strings to strum
Six Silken Strings to pluck.

The instrument was battered
In need of some repair
But the damage was cosmetic
The music *lived in there.

Her hands were not that beautiful
Red tipped, raw *****, and small
They looked almost masculine

The first chord was a *drawl.

Hooked up by a chord
To an electric amp,
She tuned her instrument a bit
And put on a clamp.

When she began strumming
Live music filled the place
The cowboys kept up with their noise
But a smile crept 'cross her face.

The chords crept into plucking
A Flamenco kind of riff
Spanish at its finest

The laughter seemed to drift...

Off into the distance
And the familiar chords
Of country western "Crazy"
Hit the ***** Tonkin' boards...

"I'm crazy for tryin'
And crazy for cryin'

I'm crazy for lovin' you..."

Her voice was melodious
But it was haunting, too
Much like Joni Mitchell
But with a country blue.

Then the chords got lively
In a folksy slang

"The Night They
Drove 'Ol Dixie Down..."

The walls of that place *rang!

Baez could do no better!
The music did its thing...
Boy! That girl could play that box!
Man! That girl could SING !!!

The place was deadly silent
When she sang a blue
And it was a stompin'
When the beat picked up its tune!

It got to be midnight
The middle of the night
She had taken not one break!
The music? OUTA SIGHT !!!

It got to be 2AM
She still kept up her strum!
And the cowpokes
were tired clappin'
By the time the night was done.

When it was finally over
She picked up her case
The owner came over
A strange look on his face.

He said to her, "Young lady,
You made a helluva night...
The best sales here ever
And there was not one fight!
I want you on here permanent
Could you do that, please?
I'll give you $500 bucks a night
And I'll help you release
A country music album
You've written your own stuff...
I'll help you release it.
It's way good enough...

She said, "That's okay my friend,
I made $500 there
They piled the money in all night
It's right inside my jar...
So I'd best be goin'
The Greyhound leaves at five...
I'm headed for Nashville
I think I will survive.
Just remember me some later on
When you hear my songs
You can say I played here
And the music was real strong."

He gave her a wry smile
And he said, "You bet..."
He would sure remember
How could he forget?

She had to turn some cowboys down
When they kinda came on strong
She had a big ol' bus to catch
So she left alone...

No one ever saw Bobbie Jo again
But later on they heard
Her bus had an accident.
Killed everyone aboard.

But her legend still lives on
Where her music rang
The cowpokes swear
her ghost still plays...

*everywhere she sang.