So much has come and gone for me.
At the foot of the mountain once again...

For me I need to sing a song were the words do not...
Some thing to fit that clear vision left of my...

Who are you when your pants are down?
When the social mask is off...

Why?
The human body...

Six thousand feet above sea level
Low on oxygen...

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

The old man is standing,
Why? the bus does not stop here...

The ink is fading on my page
Fragile the threads I choose to weave...

how open can your mind be?
when words are suspect to spin...

You’re Born to Hit the Wall
Stages of you...