Sympathetic son

Sympathetic son

Inevitable outcomes

Feeling it the most

Speaking the truth

The poverty of indecision 

Not fair yet, not any less certain

No changing that

Condescension play across their faces

 Speaking out of turn

The truth drips 

One drop at a time

Consuming the glacier of deceit  

Her name lost a fog of dementia 

The meaning of a man

Is in the honor of his word

Even among the unhonorable 

Sympathetic son

Inevitable outcomes

Feeling it the most

Destined to repeat 

All the mistakes of the past

Fire cleanses with a burning bite

Mornings without the dawn 

Children under a moon

Inevitable 

miss your voice

miss your voice today

The one of reason 

The one that tells the colors of the seasons

The one that as meaning to setting suns

Can you figure out where the angels kiss the sky

Where this path cross before today

don't cry

it is the way it is suppose to be

miss your voice today

The one of reason 

The one that tells the colors of the seasons

The one that brings meaning to this sadness 

One day there will be memories

I will be gone 

but if you look up in the night

 beyond the clouds 

Pick a light 

one that you know well

one that reminds you

it is how it should be 

From deep history past today 

and back again

miss your voice today

The one of reason 

The one that tells the colors of the seasons

The cold takes hold

The cold takes hold

As if the reaper is checking

To see if any goodness is left

The memory makes him smile

A women needs to be needed

A man needs to be loved

A grime compromise

Waiting for the notes to die

As the scotch bites the back of the throat

Grieving long goodbyes

The squall of everyday

As life gets in the way

All the Angels weep

Their beauty mystifies

Marble status cry

A song played on Bourbon Street

Only after midnight

Well before dawn

The piercing notes for the living

About the anguish of the dead

A place where even the locals are timid

Hazy smoke billows in the air

Dancing along with the lyrics

Calming the meanness in men’s hearts

The cold takes hold

As if the Reaper’s men are checking

To see if any goodness is left

The memory makes him smile

A women needs to be needed

A man needs to be loved

The difference is in the compromise

Every broken shred

Picking up pieces

Every broken shred  

Out of words

And places to go

The jagged edges cut

Hurting not at all

Don't even notice

Till you see the blood drip

Wondering how did it get here

Little pools of life

Reflecting light on the floor

Little spots of red amongst the glass

Picking up pieces

Every little shred

Out of words

And places to go

Picking up the broken

Trying to glue it back together

Missing shreds here and there

Till its whole again

Prairie nomad

Prairie nomad

Searching for Eden

On a long trail

From one hole

To the next

Searching for Eden

As the world grows

On the dust of all the dead

Searching for a reason to continue

And an excuse to quit

Watching the light

Pore over the morning

Like it is a book

With all the answers

Sending a life

Learning to read its signs

Prairie Nomad

Searching for Eden

On a long trail

Over the dust of tears

Predators lurking under a moon

Vultures picking away

As two crows stare

On the limbs of a dead tree

Just cause

Just cause you say it

Doesn't make so

Just cause you wish it

Doesn't make it real

The question came

What are you looking for

Her voice bordering on the mystical

Running with a spiritual predator

Its wings  spread wide in its embrace

Her voice pleading in a quiver

What are you looking for

Tell me cause I think know

I have stopped looking

Searching for perfection

Becomes a story about the journey

I will know when it is standing before me 

Like the blooms on a cherry tree

Or the sound of water dripping 

Off the leave in a thunder storm

Perfection is amongst us all the time

Learning to see it is the battle

Learning to live with yourself

Before living with someone else

The question lingers all the same

What are you looking for

Sounding like a challenge 

As the goblet it the floor

Intelligence behind the eyes

Intangible integrity 

Honesty with dignity 

A sense of humor that goes with the tears

Not every thing is a contest 

Even in defeat

Just cause you say it

Doesn't make so

Just cause you wish it

Doesn't make it real

You have to say

In order to make it so

You have to wish it

In order to make it real