snuffs enough

Silent acres of faces unknown
No reasons are given for secrets and bones
The price of admission is resting alone
Its the last expression of fate chiseled in stone
I'm the reaper of souls left to wait here you see
a dirt nap is in order by all including you and me
explore the oak Savannah and ponder final destiny
Not to be taken lightly as you look for a good view
A Walk through the moonlight just the trees and finally you
Silent acres of oaks where your nerve comes unglued

Driven to go grow

The night is dark and my soul feels week
The fire in my life is ignited by a bleak striking spark
Driven by a oath to my own to keep my word if it breaks my bones
The endless hunt with dull sounds and subtle under tones
Sleepless nights and fabled dreams of peace
It's the road I have run with a charmed life on lease
Fight my way through weather rain or snow
No systems check out no systems are go
It's do or die so we will make it this I know
Deep rooted Silence Steadfast i grow

Black heart

When the black heart is known
For ugly accusations and truths unknown
A blade is tempered and sharpened on stone
Reading into accusing words as if it was forged by hate
Peering through agendas to find the hidden reasons of late
Cutting away the twisted truths from spewn words flatter
Irritated by banter spoken like the mad hatter 
A pleasant picture is never what its painted to seem
Spoken words spelled out boldly with silent schemes

Locked and Loaded

locked and loaded is how i roll
a over caffeinated trigger finger out of control
piss me off and watch youll see
a double barrel wrath coming out of me
i am hot and bothered each and every day
taking names and making them pay
not Fahrenheit or the Celsius way
more like thousands of degrees the Kalvin way
an unquenchable fire out of control
like flaming magnesium burning a hole
get in my face or watch the show
either way the moonshine monsters out o control
silent sipper

The brighter side of me

Take my hand and walk along with me
I'll introduce you to the brighter side of we
A small cafe and a table for two
A dark corner with a room with a view
A tattoo parlor a old barber chair and you
A old supper club cooking whats new
An hand rolled cigar whiskey with smoke in the air
The way you walk with the wind in your hair
Watching the room as we prowl the room
Silent company where greatness looms

iron horse

A spoken word with no written rule
The iron horses  and a twisted throttled fool
The screaming pipes that pop and howl
Running through canyons as the big twins growl
Rides are ugly and riders are fowl
Twisted chrome and steel back bone
Leaves the old townies nervous scrambling for home
less eyes than the city we  like being alone
Out on the road or tearing up bars
Leaving bystanders minds all full of scars
gaping  mouths and silent stares
ravishing their women waving guns in the air
stealing virtues and leaving broken hearts 
It's second nature never taught
Silent 

Gumbo

There's a pot on the stove cooking
I am fairly scared of looking
I passed out last night
I had a drink and a great fright
And I woke up here bound tight
I feel kinda week and my limbs are all numb
a glance around the room leaves me feeling glum
I see a saw and my thumb
Euphoria is setting in
I look down and seem to be missing my shin
An out of body experience this is surely  been
As I look from above and hear a fizz
The shin is in the pot and the hand is in the pan
My eye is hung above so I can watch the unraveling plan
There is a knife in the fire that's curbed my escaping desire

I'm looking at the saw and I silently pass out from it all

Shades of right

A shade of right would  legally be wrong
Invoking a crazy reaction and the doer is gone
The legal system and twisted words
Will save your ass from legal actions absurd
If you kill the man who threatens your life
That's a shade of grey and a touch of strife
With blood on your hand no jury in the land
Will hang you at noon for killing the goon
insanity has been known to cripple you and me
You can't remember you don't recall
My kids were threatend and they're so small
Look deep in their eyes and the jury will say
This man isn't guilty there ain't no way
Silent business walking free

rock and a hard place

The rope and the tree

Nothing but 13 knots and me
The bark is rough and the tree stands free
The biggest difference between you and me
My skin is tough and I roam free
locked away in my head deep inside are the thoughts of we
Your skin is soft and your heart is cold
You Heed  no warnings of getting old
My price for freedom is a penance bold
I Release my thoughts to run free
The knot the rope and the tall oak tree
Silent country song  swing along with me
Silent

Peeling Thoughts

Peeling thoughts like eating a orange
A sharp scalpel and spoon will leave them talking like a loon
Bite into a  grey thought and feel the burn
Like a lustful appetite burning to learn
A biology class that's taken a twisted turn
Every bite and you grow progressively worse
It's the deranged animalistic curse
Eat the eyes so you can see what they saw
Eat the hands and you'll learn to draw
Old rituals taboo as they may be

 Will leave you spun out if you walk in the silent grey with me.....

Twisting time

Twisting time twisting fate 

Twist the lime wet the rocks and begin to wait 

Stir the ice as you begin to ponder and vet 

Wearing a plunging shirt display your perfect set 

Getting ready to go out you read above the law 

Leaving you kind of hot with the urge to scratch and claw 

Going out on the town your getting nervous sweaty and wet 

lightning hot flashes arising from your slit to your set 

devoid sexual urge leaves you feeling hollow and upset 

an irritated hot mess your lil flower gets steamy wet 

Up the stairs off to the right Your groups drinking as they bet 

Their eating , drinking and enjoying the fight 

There's a filthy old man sitting in your plain sight 

with a braid down his back so proud so white 

Twist the lime twist the fate a double shot on the wet rocks 

you Sit silently and you wait

sock drawer

The sock drawer The top drawer has a surprise you don't see All my life's little secrets and childhood memories Stupid ball bearings , knives ,and a roll of cash Maybe Dirty little pics of my past girls stashed Most of my treasures you will never catch Because the shotgun is coming ya jiggled the damn latch Silent clean up isle3

The woods

In the woods is where I belong
stretched below the oaks so bold and strong
doubting nothing I’ve never said
lying alone in a mossy bed
the winds of change blow around my head
my life is changing as dieing leaves turn red
my good nature and attitude begins to rescind in my head
I am growing tired of defending my self to no end
silently awaiting fate i begin to blend

my real life partner

A beautiful woman is quite easy to hold
But only a special woman can break out of the traditional mold
Learning life's skills not appreciated by most
This years most giving and cordial Christmas host
Working through life's messes as she holds my hand
Our families will i protect no matter the cost
As we rebuild her life from being tired and lost
The only place in my heart and my commitment to hold
A heart felt emotion burning stronger as we get old

Silent

dear mom

dear mom,
I know your gone and yet I can feel your hands on my life
weather I was wrong or perhaps I was right
you never judged me no matter the time i came home at night
Ive striven for peace and yet I struggle each year
passing up the few valentines birthday cards I loved to buy
a tradition I knew waving good by after we cut the cake
desert before dinner the switch on our dates we would make
all the girls I took out on that day will never amount to what I'm gonna say  
I would trade every date on your birthdays gone by
for every tear I watched you cry and every prayer you said not allowing me to die
to stop the clock and turn back the hands to plant flowers in the yard and turn the land
thanks for all the little things that have made me a better man as you've guided my hand
your silent example lives on in our hearts as we share your lessons with others
February-14-2012

lifes gone wrong

life gone wrong
living large seeing things like words of a song
a man with a passion a man with a plan
coming to you with his hat in his hand
a brude of kids and a business gone bust
a worn out jeep that's beginning to rust
a knack for killing to put food on the plate
an marital mess of 16 years to late
a final break in the freedom chain
a clear shot that has caused lots of pain
the end of a relationship stretched too long
the end game is in plane site
at long last the twisted yet silent fight