Always seeking the inescapable:
that ambition to be greater...

When uncovered on field of battle
it's hard not to focus on just getting...

What you see of me is a shadow,
I have already passed on...

Sometimes being point
just gets you killed...

Sadness: steak T-bone
without any dog around...

She ordered bacon
for her dog at Waffle House...

On a field, fallow for generations
no longer stained with the red...

The kitchen is empty
the corner you slept in...

Fourteen years you've pulled me
along in your ecstasy at being...

I believe ...
That any land whose streets...

When a man loves the smile
on the lips of his lady...

The homeless children have come to expect me
prowling the alleys in run down city streets...