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Holding my hand on my heart

Yesterdays are gone

Tomorrow will not start

I can see clearly now

It wasn’t you

It was me all along

Holding my hands over my heart

Yesterday will not go

Tomorrow cannot start

The fog has lifted

The barrier has fallen down

Decrepit in old age

The mountains get higher

Shadows seem longer

Why did this place pick me?

Born in this land

This land is in me

It time to hear its call

Can’t seem to find my way back

Even though I hold I map

Memories changed it back

Forged in molten rock

Heart wants what the heart wants

Rain is coming to put out the fire

Renaissance man

Sounds of crazy

Pick up the phone

Reaching out

To everything already gone

A message left on a highway

The last good bye

Memories and lawyers get rich

Climbing mountains in blue sunshine

Fishing in the rain and the fog

Sitting in natures swirl pools

Were your breath freezes in the cold

Hangs in a cloud in the mist

Hunting just to spend time

Learning about the past and trees

Bugs the only thing to get a meal

Conversation ten years long

Driving along cliff

On the edge of no where

Snap shot memories

Coming back all at once

Then a call comes

The one that says

Are you sitting down

Family reunions celebrating life

A gathering in death

A renaissance man

Five hundred years to late

Hands playing with molten steel

Directing a blade to cut the earth

Tumbling through life

Waiting in one place

For life to come back around

Somehow you both knew

It was the last goodbye

Your soul floats towards the Arctic

Dust in a deep freeze

Alone in a frozen land

Adopted by the wind

Your spirit dances

With the northern lights

I will remember you

Standing tall

a cowboy stands tall
holding his baby girl
so small in his arms
watching his wife run around
standing in a field
all beat down
holding his three month old
cheek to cheek
she looks so small
against his blue shirt
her white dress fluttering the wind
that baby looks so safe and protected
cowboy standing tall in the mud and dirt
now she all grown up
cowboy watches her dance
protected by a new blue shirted cowboy
a young couple with life to live
she will always be that baby
a daughter in a white fluttering dress
all those years and tears in between
a cowboy in the mud and dirt
the man in a blue shirt
eyes looking down
in the shadows of a black cowboy hat

Dead Man's Reality

Dead man’s reality

No more fakes and flakes

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

No more future

No more past

Memories for the living

Murmurs of discontent

Some men live to the end

Embracing life

Mocking death

Others wait lamenting

Living in the past

Wanting more time

Waiting for one

One that choose another

Surrendering in agony

Welcoming their last breath

Dead man’s reality

No more wants

No more needs

The body is gone

Ashes to dust

Dust to earth

The soul lives on

In the spirit in our heart

Simple yet complex

Circle of life is a journey

Complex is humanities needs

A god in our own image

A dead man is still dead

Taxes need to be paid