Conviction

A country song is a railroad waking up in your arms.
I practice letting myself make mistakes.
Yes!
They asked for a change of pace.
Let me go back to the farm.

I told you about my garden
It’s so warm and heavy.

Walk the tracks and healthy
I can be good to you.

Talk about ranches
Strumming my guitar isn’t easy because I’m poor.

Somebody sold the buffalo to get wealthy.

A little sad song. Freedom.
Has it been weak?
Has your back turned to nature!?
Enough.

There is weather.

As weeds grow along a path you create trails that are rough.
I played in a band because I was from the wrong side of the track.

Infinite

As cold shackles twist, space grabs me to scratch away granite attached to prisons.
Marriage is kindness translating purpose
negotiations and opinions rust.
It is just business or friendship.

A lot of lemons reacting to collections.
Stranded reflections meet and gather under clothes with no emergency
involvement shaping upon grapes without astonishment
Reconsider good vibes.
Empowering windows
I put a strike against myself but what is your fortune memorized?
Wilderness will fall.
I’m not thinking or feeling only the windy heart of night keeps me company.
Time is a condition unless you are responsive.
Lift the darkness to relate deserted lovers language
The sky looks cold and pearled.
Sails of blue cloth fade over a still morning
A rooster crows when the florescent beams color the world.
Teach dreamcatchers unimaginable fantasy.
Where gardens secrete nectar in lands where soft clothes travel your body.

Protected inside the forms made by a sheltering tree
Grace in the next step shying away for my heart breaks in this footprint

Exhaustion is free
Making it relaxed and I believe solid happiness is artistic.
Special days are charity fighting to exist.
sleeping and wishing everyone amused dreams

Since this is the last time I’ll see you we will embrace
When I was gone I couldn’t think things through.
I had the advantage of a warm heart and hope
We were so sure that the stars were out tonight.
Be bold in case of simplistic jeopardy.
I am a lot like the passing drinks and worn out laughs.
Treading uneven, watch minutes go by
Be bold and move nearer to me.
A cloud of smoke descends
an owl’s wings pierce like lightning strikes.

Free Write 2010

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The way to see where skylights enters shrouding the darkness A fact that was obvious to the stars. I want to know how to sing. Let’s dance and hold hands so the mother that we love can appreciate the night.

Dear

Memory, let’s trust being awake for days pursuit.
I can take a future gift of simple voices.
We are the welcomer to choices.
Hurry, meet me on a rock.
Unwrap life’s moments.

Soil is being pushed over the bodyless.
An instant worn out and blistering
weaving drama from your lips.
I’m taking love. My torn out pages were empty without you leaving me.
Shifting the sand can be as easy as lifting the sun.
Tying my shoes so I can run,
tonight is the night before I become a poet.

I’m making my last wish and no one hears it besides this piece of paper.
Thought, reflex, or journey,
look this over in the morning when the sun is brighter.
My words and this process right now are very elusive.
Free media is existing to mind the laws and forbidden shock is noticing free media.

Neon sky

Fathers and mothers will have words to change your lives

I still think it’s crazy to pretend love is going to look at me the same way

The arches in my feet are sore from dancing but who’s going to be my partner?

When I saw you lost,

I was alone dreaming about you.

Breathless motion

watching the sunset

feeling simple.

Emotional in simple sounds.

finally their eyes met

she hears the softness of his heart beats.

Lifting fingertips toward the sky

the evening sinking and resting with soft skin

palms holding in the summer’s heat.

A leaning dove listens from secret loneliness

stretch your arms again.

Grounding solitude

Falling stars to reach

toward new life in tender bodies.

Lips apart

forgetting your own words

Perhaps few mistakes means many.

Answering or doing

Shut your eyes for awhile

Unfold his arms and dance.

Crying our just your name.

Embodied detail seen together

Mountains in absolute.

Has a heard seen shame?

Follow and they must tell

trust candles melt

I always heard I fell.

awards do not disrupt happiness

If I say to you loudly

Does a whisper hurt?

Missing a title

A destiny in place of words

Beneath the soul’s cold lie

blue towers and foaming gold

Taste the salt

see how she hurts inside.

Ending it all with a pleasant smile.

Tickle the tops of puppy paws.

See the reflection of your face from her.

The morning glories all abloom

the Baby’s Breath is my favorite flower

amounting to the stars in the sky.

I took place the movement of wings.

My name because I follow the branches of willows.

Sleep in those days your spirit cries.

Once I saw your beloved smile.

A country only as proud as it would like to be

a town only as lonely.

Ice and doors open

dance on the moon.

Potential illuminate me.

Frost in the morning

breaking light.

Wise they find us

a fleeting glimpse at realities own guide.

Surprise eager children

bring the tired stories.

Let those who are still young lie in the wildflowers.

Mostly a place to hide is all she looks for.

Knowing where the beating of my heart became.

Telling truth to turtles

even when I don’t see any ears.

if you could change

Well, I don’t think you would.

My heart skips

I shout at wishing wells.

Saddle slipping.

I told you I was shy.

Few of the traveling

awesome for belief.

Getting places.

Distances between the best.

Here’s where my heart feels well.

Jump on a new railroad

child begin to whisper sooner.

Peace among nature’s chance.

Kiss your wall

Thank heroes for working.

Envelopes were meant to be licked.

I was meant to be liked.

Eyes glowing and positive

Forget misery or debating

I share the moonlight with friends tonight.

I’ll still see tulips in Minnesota.

Disappear and go right away.

Protect the last look at earth.

colors float through your eyes

plain old trains moving faster

tilting and grasping his arm

your will or his charm made our hearts skip.

Begin a long paragraph

foretell a prickling ear.

Tap a timbering wolf’s den.

Chant down your birth.