as free as crying soul
enclosed deep in a grave
as free as wounded blood
that runs away from veins
as free as infant’s cry
fleeing the cradle’s frame
as free as breeze & wind
as life that goes away

free as all dweller is
on injustice’s horse
free as a wealthy man
within a cell of greed
as free as he that drags
the chains of his remorse
free as the daily slave
of anger, lust & fear

as free as an oppressor
under history’s glance
free as a child that leaves
the jail of his childhood
free as he that can read
the book of fate & chance
free as she that is free
under misery’s foot

oh wife of mine, is this
your wish of liberty?
my heart, my love, my rose
please: don’t give up on me

love's golden.
with such thinness,
akin to
wispy dew drop-covered
spider threads,
floating
in air
towards me.
but I can't catch them
since they'll break-
what’s left of you and me.

.
Mighty palette
in the sky.
Feast of pastel colours
of sundown.

Nestbound birds
sang up a cry.
Alone I sat,
grass-crested mound.

Inhale a breath,
exhale a sigh...
Pocket of bliss,
peace on earthly ground.


.

Westbound is where my heart has always been.
Every time I turn around I always go back again.
Senses are renewed and my spirit brings forth.
Telling me to head west and the notice is short.
Before I get moving there is something I have to say.
Over and over again you always take my breath away.
Under the canyons and over the hills of my heart.
Now I know what I really need and that is a start.
Deliver me on a westbound train and ignite the spark.
The spark that was always in me waiting to be unfurled.
Red hues of a western sky take me to a different world.
Always looking before I jump not knowing where I go.
I made the right choice and this I do surely know.
Now I go westbound and into a new tomorrow.

From the banks of the Brazos to downtown Dallas.
I play my guitar until my fingers are calloused.
Just to take that drive with my stringbox loaded up.
To get people to listen and for myself to open up.

If I didn't have music I wouldn't be who I am.
My life would be empty and stuck in a jam.
Everything would be a fog and would be melancholy.
To not have this outlet would be my greatest folly.

I thank God for giving me my musical abilities.
I have to tear down the wall to show my qualites.
I have to take time alone to practice and rehearse.
To memorize every chord and memorize every verse.

I drive up to Dallas and the streets of downtown.
Business as usual and there are suits all around.
Not the competition like you see down in Austin.
I would be noticed and the folks would get to talkin'.

From the banks of the Brazos to downtown Dallas.
That's where I will take all of my soulful rhymes.
The music has been slow but I am at square one.
And I will not stop until the music is done.

He measures his life
not in wealth
but in how many
times he can read
the Bible through

Second hand vowels
that choke
Casual nouns tossed out
used as a joke

I was looking out
across the bay
The sun stumbled
into the clouds
and called it a day
I stumbled over sin
The blue moon sighed

Second hand news
that arrives too late
Seminal smiles
that are so fake

The days slipped between
another year
Wondering what they would do
when she is gone
And then she was gone

Second hand dreams
blowing smoke through the rings
Nothing but prayers
now means a thing

Second hand desperation

Love,
So sad,
Can go away in a flash,
Once the heart shatters and scatters,
Sadness fills the cracks.

All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.
I've painted portraits of my former boss, my in-laws and I also painted a portrait of my wife.
I've been given a magical power but I don't know where it came from.
My killing spree is not going to end, there will be more deaths to come.
I'm going to paint portraits of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
Then I'll paint portraits of the creators of the new Doctor Who TV show, I'll get rid of all of those chumps.
I'm also going to paint a portrait of a bully who I went to school with.
He'd better enjoy what time he has left because he won't have long to live.
I will never see the inside of a courtroom, I will never be tried.
If you don't want your portrait to be painted, don't get on my bad side.