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

Sing Along

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

Teach Me How to Feel

Written w/ Adam Wood & Jessica Roadcap Dorn

Joy Ride

Gonna Be Gone

Song I wrote at eleven years old.  released in 1997 on Uncommon Ground album with Cheyenne band.  This is me own recording done in my studio with Blaine Sprinkle on drums and Gary Martin on Steele guitar.  I play all others and sing.  Hope  you enjoy

Indiana Dreaming

PULL

40 Years in the making, personal testimony.  Special thanks to my aunt and uncle, Steve & Sally and to the family that during a great loss, opened up their hearts and helped a lost soul find his way. Gerry, and Diane, you know who you are. Thanks for everything.

Withou You

Another collaboration between myself and co-writer and friend          Gary McCorkle.  A heart wrenching dedication to Gary's family members that returned from Vietnam, only in body. As many soldiers that are involved in wars do, the minds, hearts and souls are often never seen agin.  This song is dedicated to all those who gave and returned to a world they never fit in again. God bless you all and thank you for your sacrifice.

Remember Me

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.

Teach Me How to Feel

Gary McCorkle

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