But think, in the years to come, the years ahead,
The years when youth is gone and dead,
You'll look back upon this day--
And in your mind you'll hear you say
What happened on that fateful noon,
Beneat the shining midday moon,
The sound of shattering window pane,
That drives your friend so insane--
And you'll remember what he told you all the while--
That life is fun without the people--
As he plunged from top the steeple,
And with sadness in your heart,
You'll burn his picture, all and part.

Here I sit
Like a twit
Writing about life
That thing that's full
Of angst and bull
Of trouble and of strife

I think to myself okay man
Now's the time to stop
For to go on
Would surely make
My weary head go pop
For to sit here
And contemplate
My fate that is death itself
Makes me want
To give this up
Right now

Like the Summer Breeze

Like a summer breeze, Our love does flow
From the mountains to the sea.
And with each passing glimps of time
I knew it was meant to be.

From the time we met, To the time we have
And onwards through all time
I think of you and loves embrace
And gentally write this rhym.

For I love you more, with each passing day
And my soul belongs to you
As I sit here, pen in hand
There's nothing I'd rather do.

But to have you next to me
To help me face the day
I love you my dearest love
Leaves nothing more to say. . .

Why I Love You

You complete me  you complete everything I am
You are my hero and my strength
You share my feelings and my dreams
You gave me the world so graciously
You helped me to discover myself and all I can ever hope to be
You held my hand when I cried tears of sorrow
You rejoiced with me when I cried tears of joy
You let me discover how it feels to be loved 
And to love someone until it hurts
You put me on a pedestal for all to see
You don't care to show others how you feel about me
As we walked through the darkness you held my hand
And led the way

because nothing quenches a bohemian soul 
like the liberal energy of scarred morals 
and righteous journeys 
through thick backcountry theology 

because defiant loneliness can not exist 
in a smoke-filled pickup truck 
rocking across Nevada going seventy 
with a lusty redheaded journalist beside you 

because before you share 
you must experience 

choice, guilt, deception, want

indulgence, passion ,spirit. magic 

life 

lets freedom ride