Bless them all

With all you have

Keep nothing

You don’t need it

There’s a pounding in my ears

It’s all I can hear

And all it wants to do is give

Can’t see anything but giving

Can’t see anything but spoiling

Can’t quiet the generous roar

Alone inside a shared life

When naming feels mean

So so so many secrets

And tired of the secrets

How do wardens want to be regarded?

How do wardens need to be seen?

Is there a stronger commitment?

Can anything be that important?

Alone inside a shared life

I scrape – I claw – I save

As if I have so so much

And there’s no joy in it

Because I’m death and life

How do wardens want to be regarded?

How do wardens need to be seen?

Is there a stronger commitment?

Can anything be that important?

Thank you for doing this for us

What defeated consolation

Even the summit boils with lava

Please grovel without my name

How do wardens need to be seen?

Is there a stronger commitment?

Is there a stronger commitment?

Can anything be that important?

Olmin runs a tight ship

But no one likes him

He gets the product

He’s looking for

But not what he

Is the most desperate for

Sure, he’ll get clean

The peace that clean brings

But truth be told

He could get that alone

The presence of the others

Is the real gift, of course,

But he’s so hungry

For His own tranquility

And peace of mind

That he’d rather push

And pout and resent

And judge and condemn

Than fully open his heart

To any of them

In the end

He’ll be just fine alone

When he’s free of them

And things will be clean

Didn’t even notice

Got to miss the dead ring

Is there a luckier soul?

Is there a lovelier thing?

Didn’t hear nothin’

No stabbin’ – no bang

Is there a luckier soul?

Is there a lovelier thing?

What clack? What chatter?

What heartbeat? What mean?

Is there a luckier soul?

Is there a lovelier thing?

Take the grey one

Carry it with you

It won’t melt in the sun

Or crack in the cold

You’ll smile some

And live in whimsy too

But in your pocket it will be

To carry on unseen

You’ll most likely

Never be rid of it

It’s probably simply

A fixed feature of you

With you and with you

And with you and with you

Wherever, whenever

Things can deepen

World after world

As one sees mountains

Panoramic, in full bloom

We need not settle

For ash or sediment

But awaken the dreamer

And resurrect the gasp

Wave hardily to the traveler

Turn the heat down and receive

Planets are brilliant – always

Since said – said

Someone mastered that

And the world agrees

A man and his son stargaze

Since said – said

Banter and yes

Smart – joined – small

Medicine Man

Faithful

Is there anything you can do

Anything at all

Anything you can do for me

‘Cause all the air is gone

And I’m looking at the dark side of the room

Medicine Man

Faithful

I know you still know my name here

You still know me here

You know me here – inside and out

Can’t hear you or feel you

But I know you are for me and that you know

Medicine Man

Faithful

I’m good at waiting in dark rooms

Waiting in the dark

Waiting for time to pass me by

‘Cause moons fall and suns rise

And I’ll call you now and I’ll call you then too

Medicine Man

Faithful

I will sleep on this

As a stopped road

Not an inch farther

Or a far-off gaze

Will let the leaver linger

And not death or dying

Can rest in the title

Or the final line

The tap don’t even drip

It’s done – it’s past – it’s dry

Back then

Yellow – Brown – Orange – Green

All made me sick to my stomach

Though the rainbow of the day

It felt dirty to me

Who can say

Back then

Scruffy and unshaved

Scratchy and blind

Talented but reckless and raw

I couldn’t find my wonder

Who can say

Back then

Clear lines of like and loathe

Why so leery – Why so shy

You’re in or you’re out – clearly

I simply noticed without landing

Who can say