Lyrics - July 31, 2022
today the clouds are ice flows in an artic blue ocean steppingstones my mind skips over trying not to fall in not as slow as a polar bear...
today the clouds are ice flows in an artic blue ocean steppingstones my mind skips over trying not to fall in not as slow as a polar bear...
day is obstacles duties hustle mental mazes sensual skirmishes it is here and now front and center talk and listen running with the...
if you’re able-bodied on a boat with oars would you help paddle to reach land? this world is a sinking ship desperate to find safe harbor...
lies are the colors brushed over an original painting usually just a quick touch up to pretty-up the picture or change our prominence...
if you can’t open the door with just a few words maybe a paragraph won’t help you keys are crafted small for a reason to unlock something...
chested with a blue sheen the hummingbird scans her bushy kingdom the mockingbird floats up and down sings a syrupy set on the telephone...
on a bright night he must peek through the lit branch the mice easily see and glide through many shadows before a final turn stretches...
my nephew the disappointed tike who couldn’t throw it high enough to reach the rim then shot 3’s under pressure now wears a badge and a...
monstrous maples skyscraping oaks neck-bending elms their green balm slathers me I walk invited by the shade robins that fly through...
two woodpeckers pecking wood corkscrew up a palm tree beaks rapping an unrehearsed duet pound the bark frenetic insistent to impale an...
the dusty passage next to the washing machine bustling between four and five pm when the addicts converge lift a tin pop a lid fill...
not with just vocabulary but delivery inflection rounded corners stretched endings whispered or shouted flicked or nipped or spit all the...
one thing that happens more as we get older we discard larger dreams meet our backyards and friends at barbeques talk to our dog-children...
lives on the cusp of breaking anything delicate and frail without room to bend is just awaiting a moment today next week next month...
I’ve ever heard lifts the expired subject up way up to the level of an angel’s pedestal leaving their devils squirming on the ground far...
from the front of my house to the back of my mind have chores in both locations responsibilities I still must commute between but if I...
some folks walk through woods or along a stream or inside a hedgerow (my favorite) to find wonder in the welcome arms of nature and...
I don’t like killing curiosity with the back of a hand I think “shoo” is enough to wave at their wings let them fly off explore places...