sitting here with my page
in the dark. of the morning night...

sitting at the table of life
the truth of my blood; my heritage...

I like being silly.
twisting and mangling words...

There is no recipe to follow
There is no right way no wrong way...

There is this independent part of me
That can never quite grow old...

The discovery of the deeply felt significance, of...
Spurring me on to the creative expression of...

Sometimes you need to think in braille
To see what life’s nobly bits are teaching you...

Let me scratch the maggots out of the pie
Put a rock at the door...

You will be on my mind forever
Fragile, soft, all exposed, courting hurt and pain...

Jesus mentor not saviour
That gets them going...

Trombone Saxophone set a mood
Lead guitar leads the way...

I got your back you got mine
When times are tight...