Journeys of A Man

Monday, April 28, 2008

oil and water
day and night
sending me spinning

Friday, April 04, 2008

In the grass

The lies that spill from your mouth
The thought that’s in your thinking
The time and the planning

You move like a snake through the grass
Dripping fangs
and rattle quiet

You’re ready to strike
At the mouse
At the horse
At the cowboy
At anything
At anytime

Yes, you’re out there
Our paths have crossed
And only time
Healed my wounds