just a few snippets of trouble....

a NeilShakeyYoung tune....

a little snippet of time

sometimes the bells are ringing....

reconciliation bound off to california...

crack it open the dawn of morning came while we were sleeping we were awakened right in time to feel the soft light and as this darkness dissipates into everlasting day we know there's been a reason for every kind of season for every…

a dream i had...

ahhh...the pennsylvania hills

in memory of Oswald Chambers

tradi...tion tradition!

the sheriff's back in town that o' hired hand of dread cleanin' up the channels knockin' down the webs his lights, they are a flashin' stopped me in my tracks alone his hand on rein and bridle says this freedom's gotta go he said it…

1776...a stalemate over Bostontown, Colonel Knox reminds General Washington of some cannon left at Fort Ticonderoga in upstate New York and asks if he and some hearties could go fetch them so they could have half a chance against the British…

the girl with her piano this land she's in clothed in unfamiliarity these colors blend, fade and run out of hue all light has changed and turned into greyscale tinted with every shade of blue this room she's in suddenly fills with…

longlistening... longlistening is heard through our faces you and me... beneath the din of fearnoise hopechild still lives... frame by frame entwined within the call call call of theOne who knows supply for need... hear…

pictureshow room the wind blows chill over harrison hill but that's not what they called it then when you were young with prospects so dim made to ride the fast flyer down steep steep streets were you left to sink or swim your eyes glow moon…

a variation of the irish traditional song, "Siun Ni Dhuibnir" susan o'dwyer i walked out one morning for market to buy and sell as others before me tis' thirsty, there i fell and sat down to drink with susan o'dwyer to tell we drank…

weightless you flew in my life and unexpected high flyer oh such a beautiful kite all your colors shining light so high...i followed you up to where the daytime turns night then we circled the sun weightless with laughter so joyous...kids on…

coffee shop song... kenya time hear the cracklin' paper as you test the basil mayo when you pull apart the cheese and tip your brown beer bottle smell the grinding coffee beans set by tatooed arms to motion near the burlap-bag topped…

in memory of ben keith man of steel heard your sound as i roamed in early days of wonder time was right cast that spell ever since i've been under bendin' notes waves of air all colors of emotion dark and light deeply stirred…

bleed the father's gun is loaded his eyes bleed with revenge his child lay body broken his life torn limb from limb darkness seems to travel so much faster than the light the fathere's gun is loaded hear it fire... in the night…