8.9.95

Thoughts of grilled cheese and dancing bears
People walkin’ round without cares
Volkswagens and a city of tents
River of people that never relents

June and July are the best times of year
But every August always brings tears

Be good family I can still hear you say
The notes you hit move me to this day
Sugar Magnolia and Eyes of the World
Sun-glistening children happily twirled

June and July are the best times of year
Every August always leaves me in tears

Take me back
Can’t you take me back
When life was love
And we were free
Won’t you take me
Take me

Dead Creek, Shoreline and Filmore West
Bill Graham, Tim Leary and his acid tests
Turtles dancing through streets of Haight
Barefoot children left crying in the wake

June and July are the best times of year
But every August always brings tears

Untitled

I once was told of a thing called love
And I trusted it with all my heart
Then was told there’s no such thing
And hence, have lived without

Toy Soldiers

We are all toy soldiers
We follow all you say
We are all toy soldiers
Won’t you show the way?
We are all toy soldiers
Be careful how you play

You led us to battle
You ordered us to battle
You left us to battle
We never wanted to battle
We opposed the battle
We all died in battle

We were all toys soldiers
We followed all you had to say
We were all toy soldiers
Why didn’t you show the way?
We were all toy soldiers
Next time be careful how you play

Blain

Chalkdust torture
Feedback buoyancy
Bowling alley assault
Mental machinery
Sandal flop gumshoe
Crying baby barrage
Out of tune tornado
These are the thoughts
You send through my head

Bagpipe punchbag
Siren sidekicks
Leaky faucet fondue
Fire alarm funeral
Blender banzai
Switchyard somba
Dying cat disco
These are the sounds
You send through my head

Blain, Blain, Blain, Blain
What kind of name is Blain?
Blain, Blain, Blain, Blain
You’re driving me insane

Chalkdust torture
Feedback buoyancy
Bowling alley assault
Mental machinery
Sandal flop gumshoe
Crying baby barrage
Out of tune tornado
These are the thoughts
You send through my head

Me, Sarah and the Grass People

The grass people are dancing
In my curiosity
They’re looking—looking
Back down on me
Please teach me to be free

Me, Sarah and the grass people
Are dancing round the world
The music is inside of me
We love everything
When it’s me, Sarah and the grass people
Dancin’ round the world

My mind wanders to and fro
If they were me
And I were they
Would I still be watching me?
My body now is free

Me, Sarah and the grass people
Are dancing neath the stars
The music is inside of me
We love everything
When it’s me, Sarah and the grass people
Dancin’ neath the stars

I find no answers for the questions
That I’m afraid to ask
Just give into the motion
And time will surely pass
My mind for once is free

Me, Sarah and the grass people
Are dancing by the sea
The music is inside of me
We love everything
When it’s me, Sarah and the grass people
Dancin’ by the sea


I look towards the heavens pleading
Guide me to do right
I hear a child’s laughter
Nature’s music fills my heart
And my soul is finally free

Me, Sarah and the grass people
Are dancing through the hills
The music is inside of me
We love everything
When it’s me, Sarah and the grass people
Dancin’ through the hills

As our travels take us far and wide
The world becomes one
No more classes forcing
Ancient ideas on you and me
It’s time for God’s children to be free

Sentence of the Victim

There’s a constant fear that it could happen
That pain that I’ve felt this past year
The cries for help and the countless nights of tears
It has yet to leave my side
I want resolution; I want--- something
To remove the mark of guilt from my head
And let me continue from this dormant state

I still can see his face in the moonlight
Laughing as if it could be right
No one heard my cries or sensed the wrong
I fought—I really did
But it was not enough
Could I have done more?
The answer remains unknown

Is this my sentence? Was this my crime?
Am I the victim or am I on the other side?
They tell me it’s not my fault
I try to convince myself
But instead I choose to hide

Two Beacons

It’s all a bunch of beautiful bullshit
Tethered between two beacons of reality
The truths are at either ends
In between nothing but bitter words
Aimed to hurt; to maim; to kill
When all they really want is peace
And something to fill the ever-present void

Letters of Your Name

Many men profess their love with
Haughty and arrogant truths
Arranged to sound endearing
Not gaining insight into
The many feelings shared
Among Romeos and Juliets
‘Is there a difference between
The beauty of a rose and the sight of your face?’

Ever present admissions
Held in my mind out of fear
When this wall falls
Two hearts emerge as one
We perceive a resolution
And we pray it is not in vain

O, I am but a simple person
With fears, questions and doubts
But you were always natural
Beauty; essence; even touch
I was assured and confident
Even in your absence; you rule my thoughts
You’re my life, my heart, my soul

2.21.06

For months I lived in a web of deceit
Living for moments as fleeting as a child’s innocence
Much of the time I had believed love to be a sacred place
But now what had been known simply as ‘love’
Has been recast as a dark unrelenting pain
I want to break free and I plead for strength
But I find none, maybe I’d been looking
In shadows for a source of light
Like a starving man searching for food
In a field ravaged by merciless drought
No haven or sanctuary to be found
And so I continued in my world of false hopes
Constantly casting and recasting those that enter my life
Could it be you? Are you her? Will you love?

I emerge from the haze that my life had become
Looking for answers in vain
To questions that had never been asked
Life has no answers; and, surely no one will pass
The tests we place on ourselves
Which are doomed from the start
As are the beliefs that love comes from the heart
These are the problems that plague a world
Based on the deeds of Casanovas and the tales that they told
Cast off the preconceived notions of life and love
And from that unreality realize that you are your own light
I am the divine creator as are you and as is she
Live, love, create

Dreams of November

Dreams of November
Soon will be dead
Thoughts of things better
Drift from my head
Desires remembered
We only come to dread
Dreams of November
Fall like leaves of lead

Thoughts of November
Only bitter memories
Seem strung together
Never aimed to please
Desires remembered
We only come to dread
Seems every November
My dreams become dead

When I get there I'll be free
From November's blistering cold
I'll be starting my own way
On this journey never told
If you come along the way
Please don't stand in front of me
I am heading out this time
And these dreams are only mine

Songs of November
Orphaned melodies
Sounds full of sorrow
Force me to my knees
Emptiness lingers
Confusion ahead
Dreams of November
No tears left to shed

October Eves

Listen! The wind is rising
and the air is wild with leaves
We had our summer evenings
now for October eves!

The path we walk is winding
Our havens we've prepared to leave
We have had our youthful living
Now for October Eves!

Our minds are filled with teachings
Never sure what to believe
We have spent our past accepting
now for October Eves!

The stars above are guiding
The innocence begins to leave
But we will keep on singing
Now for October Eves!