they came to play
used mistakes
for access
wishing
they could listen

spoke 4
the most unhinged
rantings
yet

you may lose muscle
strength
a beat with microgreens

ever worry
ever wonder
if
you qualify

far away place
the other side
of the planet

to think
walked here
everyday

footsteps
in the mud
then
it happened

in the ground now
please
go ahead
walk
over me

such an important
decision
being in touch
escaping that plan

the wind’s direction
providing knowledge
is even likeable

just want to
be sure
the promise is loyalty
no need
to think about it

let us
sing together

we shall see
we shall find
eternity

remembers
a baby tooth
a first step
a bike ride

assume
it’s all made up
spent
a past life
as a feral house cat

this is strength
this is a weakness
just a perception
being alone

not a choice
at this moment
can not
stop the sun
from shining

sat at the beach
every morning
everyday
for a month

all lining up
no longer
causing concern

released

maturity facing
time and another
sunset
sunrise

keep it light and fluffy
she seems to have
a twinkle
in her eyes

comfortable
he will tell you
let us hope
let us strive
shine

will eat a raisin
pretending
it is still
a grape

keep
your toes crossed
mark the day
with a feather

dig a hole
climb inside
and wait

the storm will pass
the view is different
here
on the other side

life in the church
god in the corner
prayers in the echo
saints here everywhere

came here believing
expecting miracles
because
they happen everyday

what a place here
coal country sorrow
mostly joy
so understand

helping your neighbor
sharing some laughter
stories about mountains
people and trees

a coal country future
a worthless diploma
secure a new reason
a need to achieve

strength is beauty
the worthless muscle
hope is ready
waits for the word

you are a picture
a life of fulfillment
seen as a nightmare
what will i do

when
there is no past
no future no tomorrow
always today there is

love eternal felt

came and went
just the thought
you know

packing then
the day arrives
finger on the fourth
fret
i
quit being me

the year of our lord
riding horseback
into town
just
to waste time

god’s eyes are watching
you unaware
playing
crazy eights

creating symphonies
where’s
the drum solo

the year
of the toenail
baptized
with blood and water

so have a sandwich
have it on rye
bread