On this white hill
is something inscribed
where nothing is heard
and no colors hide

A bastion for his name
it is written wide
where the howling sleeps
and The Silent lies

He...
longs...
To...
Stay...

Trace a mockery
for no one's defiance
Guest inside a dream
treading where *He* should not sleep...

two...
minutes He wakes

And He would seek 

asylum
outside
a sigh
sigh lent eye 
to open

eye

long shut
eyes with age
exhale
misery

Could	 red glimpse
not
speak

Should	no other
not
breathe

Breath	a vacuum
in
sigh

Si-	sky breaks
lent
ly

Si-	and now mourning
lence
breached...

And finally...

He's born of himself, now...

RED

And I wonder what you'll call Him

ANEW				  On this white hill is nothing inscribed
				          On this white hill is nothing inscribed
AND I DID NOTHING BUT WATCH...  On this white hill is nothing inscribed

Suffix Fissure

This was written on a plane flying back from Washington DC.  By the time I had landed I had the melody, arrangement and instrumentation all worked out.  Just went into the studio and started recording the bits.  Hope you enjoy....   
[PS. I never wrote lyrics for this one as the song kept telling me they weren't needed...the feels were already there]

By Any Other Name

Red Rocks

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I wrote this song after my college 50th class reunion.  It is a reflection of things that happened over the weekend with about 40-50 of my alumni classmates.  I hope you enjoy it...

Good Friends

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Released for Memorial Day 2025 in honor all of those who have served

When Can I Go Home

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She Likes to Play with Matches

Bend those strings

I spent many years on stage playing guitar in several bands. Now I write songs for other people. I write the lyrics and let AI help with some of the music. I love the creative process.

She Likes to Play with Matches

Gary McCorkle

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