Sunday, April 28, 2013

New Found Land.

Do you know
that where they stand
I once watched hungry
dinosaurs tear the earth
from itself?

And where I sleep
I once tore the cover
from my hidden heart
and dared dive within
terrified of what I would find.

And upon this walk
I would write:

There swim the silver fish
upon the cold grey river
there live the new found lost
outside they stand and shiver
and gaze upon that dying Hope
that never came delivered.

Why are the words coming back.
Why are the words coming back.

Saturday, April 27, 2013


I'm back in the past, in the house, in the place where it all began, the troubles, the writing, the guitar, the songs, the everything. And maybe there are ghosts but my mind is strong, and maybe there are dreams but my reality is hard steel, forged from all these years and ready to strike again.

Perhaps though, the words will come back.

I already feel at home.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013


I found my friends
trying to hide
out to sea
on a full moon tide
they watched me float
on a bed of lies
and they thought
it was my foolish pride
thinking about you
thinking about you
oh but no, I don't

Now I'm all alone
I'm Space and Time
it feels so good
this little suicide
'cause now I know
how I want to die
and it's with you
by my side
I'm thinking about you
thinking about you
oh but no, you don't...