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undefined Jul 2015
singing for the tree lines, not far in from shore
along dusty roads with pack on back, and guitar

cool downtown, city-weekend nights, with street-lamp, store window light
wandering nomadic gypsy soul with adopted name
entertaining for angels and saints

warm country summer days, sidewalk strumming
streaming sweat, marking time, keeping time
forgetting time, and making it
watching it , seizing or taking it

breathing , discovering , smiling , shrugging
and sharing with friends whatever's left
(signed)      - All The Best,
a postcard to jon
undefined Jul 2015
when i'm ready to leave , there's no stopping me
let the wind howl and blow , i'm still gonna go
let thunder crash , let heaven scream
i'll be on the road just watch me leave

when there's no more words to write , no more fences to climb
no more trains to hop , no more roads to walk
then you can lay me down somewhere on the way out of town
and set my spirit free in a place in a place where stars are just out of reach

....

'cause when i'm ready to leave , there won't be no stopping me
let the winds howl and blow , you know i'm still gonna go
let thunder crash and Heaven scream , i'll be on the road , nothin' bothering me

when I've no more words to write , trails to hike or mountains to climb...
then lay me down on your way out of town and remember me
but set my spirit free
undefined Jun 2015
Nine lights snuffed out in a flash of intolerance and rage
Silence fell like death and for a reply, Hell just waits…

A voice arose, then two, then three…
As prayers and tears washed away blood and angels began to sing
Lights were rekindled and a fire began to burn
A storm of hate, had awakened a flood of love so great

Tragedy had darkened the doorway, but not to stay
Rather, so that Heaven could receive gifts and men could learn to pray

… Now roses line walkway and fences in front of a house of praise,
A reminder, not of horror,
But of loved ones, unifying a city full of people from beyond the grave.
this needs a lot of work i think, but that's why i put things here :) so that i can find them when i have more time
undefined Jun 2015
We've made music 'til morning's light
passing through the night
You and I
with ocean and sky
Your constant loving breeze
my guitar with me
Together we made music
so sweet
Neither of us with anywhere else to be
with sandy bare feet
I strummed a melody
and you, you sang to me
undefined Jun 2015
I've seen the sun rise and set on two ocean's coasts.
I've spent years travelling, traversing and making my way from one ocean to another.
Always stopped short, by crashing waves and rocky shores
Filled with awe, my heart pumping in my chest
Also though, there is a longing now for more,
To press on out farther and see the rest.

I long to get lost at sea, to know and gaze upon ocean all around me.
To find some distant land, too far out for me to see.
I must press onward farther out, this land can no longer contain me [and my dreams]

...
I think I shall sleep tonight by the beach
And dream of waves crashing over me
Dream of being swept out with the tide
To a distant land where this place is only a beautiful memory
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