Monthly Archives: February 2017

Freedom

Oh so free
 
Free to fly upon the wings
 
Of an old smokestack
 
Bellowing cries of work, deep into the sky
 
 
Here it comes
 
Here
 
It comes
 
My ride to town
 
In an all-black silhouette
 
of a means trains end
 
 
Hear that whistle
 
Hear it call
 
It waits for none to jump aboard
 
Aboard we go
 
Ridin freedoms train, to parts
 
Unknown
 
 
Hold on baby
 
Here I come
 
I left Lancaster this morning’s done
 
 
I’ll ride all night
 
Into the morning sun
 
And if the conductor don’t see
 
I’ll be home to make the day’s easy breeze
 
 
Hear that whistle
 
Hear it call
 
Sorry I think I just may be late after all
 
Just may be late after all
 
Cause my heart and soul
 
Ride the rails
 
A hobo I am
 
And I write this tale

Isle of Despair

From the Isle of despair
does the lens do clear
And all life’s fog
Streaks down the cheeks in tears

But in that light,
Where sparks of light
Burn so bright
The shadows of doubt
Disappear from fright

From the Isle
Of human despair
Lights of sight
Open so bright
And in the hollow of that calm
Lay the rights
Left to those,
To carry
On

Carry on,
Carry on,
Have the light
Burn so bright
and sink the Isle
Of human despair
into the morning light……

Best to let it go

Al dente legs, cobbled to cartoon feet

Whipped through fields of wheat

Rich and deep

Best to let it go

Best to let it go

 

Young comes to only some

Drags the sky

So bright

Best to let it go

Best to let it go

 

Tomorrow comes for only

The winsome few

Mile markers run deep

Deep and so blue

Best to let it go

Best to let it go

 

Tomorrow runs through the reeds

Oh,

I don’t know

Best I let it go

Let it go until my sin tells me so

 

Al dente legs wheel cartoon feet

Through canyons of gold

We were so young, once

We rolled through fields of gold

Lost in the canyons

Of yesterday’s told

 

Al dente legs

Hooked to hearts

In love of the above

Hooked to hearts, roaming above