Staring at a snowbank
Banking a left turn at the roundabout
About 4:15 am I notice
There’s no one else about

Trains roll
Over my
Solitude
And so I
Am faced with my derailments
Planes fly
Over my
Shoulder I
Wonder why
I have nothing but disappointments
And missed appointments

Staring at a locomotive
Navigating traffic in my head
Roping off a hallway to a highway
That deciphers everything I said

Morewellian Songs

My Derailments

Clinging to a thin strand, I cling to your hand
It is time for bed, need to heal my hazy head
Embrace me kiss me goodnight, but please leave the night light on
Monsters in closets haunt me, I’m a broken one

Irrational thoughts again...Why will my mind not quit?...

I’m having delusions, imagining the sound of footsteps down the hall
I can feel you are next to me, unsure what those sounds could possibly, be at all
I distinctly heard glass breaking, I’m positive I am not making this all up
I grab the pepper spray and my baseball bat, I hope this prowler doesn’t have a gun

Maybe I’m not just...Paranoid after all...

I tiptoe down the hallway into the kitchen, a wine glass was smashed upon the floor
No signs of a forced entry, but right in front of me lurks the alleged prowler
It seems I have forgotten that we have a cat, well actually we have two
I think I need to get off of this medication: do you?

From the Well

Broken

She says that my sun is down, it’s always down
I feed off her rays, ‘cause hers are always around
I am lost in time, when she feeds into mine
Floating in this perfect paradigm 
But she says she’s going to take the train
And she’s leaving here, ‘cause everything’s the same
She speaks to me, using words I can’t explain
She speaks and says she thinks I am insane
She’s leaving the baggage, and forfeiting the pain
Now it’s apparent, I’m a stain, without a brain, flushed down the drain

Showers come and go, flowers stub my toe
She made me complete, I made her retreat
I cried please don’t go, she shook her head no
She said she had to run ‘cause I had stolen her sun

lyrics by MRW and PnP from a long, long time ago......

The Open Wound

Using Words

Everybody thinks the system’s rigged
Everyone is sure the die’s been cast
Everyone is hoping things will change
But everybody’s living in the past 

I’m not gonna tell you what to do
I’m not gonna tell you what to think
I’m not gonna try to speak for you
And I’m not gonna tell you not ta’ drink

Everybody tries to get ahead
But everybody feels they’re going back
Everybody wants to see the light
But everyone is mired in the black

I’m not gonna tell you what to read
And I’m not gonna tell you how to pray
I’m not gonna say you should concede
Or tell you to shut up and just obey

Everybody thinks they’re always right
Yet everyone is mostly always wrong
Seems everyone is itching for a fight
‘Cuz nobody can seem to get along

I’m not gonna tell you that we’ve lost
But I’m  not gonna pretend that we’ve won
I’m gonna keep my fuckin’  fingers crossed
But 50/50 chance that we are done
Flip of a coin that we are done
Heads we survive
Tails, we are done

Me & You

Done (as a society)

As a child, during recess
Snowflakes clung to rusted metal

Looks delicious to a child
Decides to try it with his tongue

Momentary bliss melts in his mouth
Until he tries to pull it off

“Ouch!!,”  screams child when finally released
A portion of tongue is now deceased

A...Poor....Shaun......O'...tung.....

Looking back on all of our old things
Permeated by the stench of old feelings
When I hear the Beatles on the radio
I remember the day you said that you just had to go

In the rearview mirror of my mind
My head and heart were misaligned
In the rearview mirror of my mind
My God, I was so blind, I was so blind

In the morning I’m awakened by the sound
Of this cat to which I am now tied and bound
One more meow, I swear I’m gonna blow my top
For the love of God, why won’t he fucking stop?

In the rearview mirror of my mind
Our future roles were re-assigned
In the rearview mirror of my mind
The litter box was left behind, was left behind

I just can’t believe your crass audacity
Sending me a save-the-date for you and Anthony
When I’m starting to move on from our old shit
Then you feel the need to rub my face in it

In the rearview mirror of my mind
I guess you always were unkind
In the rearview mirror of my mind
I guess I’m finally resigned

Concession signed

(created by a human for human consumption.....

and possibly feline and canine too....)

Stella!!!!!!!


Stella!!!!!!!!!!!

Litter Box

She is on fire with burning desire
For a man that’s a produce supplier
He’s not afraid to admit he’s a crier
And helps with the local youth choir
These are things she does admire


She has a dream of what will transpire
They’ll have a love which will never expire
They’ll be a couple whom  all will admire
And someday in Phoenix retire
That’s what she dreams will transpire


With every date her spirits grow higher
At nights’ end they make love and perspire
She tells him he is a mystifier
He says he’s simply a satisfier
But longs to be a multiplier

He presents a gift of golden wire
Tells her of the love that she does inspire
Inside his heart he is filled with fire
Gets down on his knees to inquire
Will you be my Mrs. Squire?
You are all that I desire


She accepts his gift of golden wire
Says she will love him through wind, rain and fire
Says he’s the only one she’ll require
And nobody will get her higher
For he is her only desire

Phoenix; Retire

Me Needs You

It was march when I met you, back in 1995
You were gorgeous, I was awaken
You were making me feel alive

I was smitten, I was taken, aback by all your charm
Then I grabbed you at the waistline
As you slowly caressed my arm

We went driving on a weekend, back and forth to Belfield
Dave Matthews, us and Tracy
The interstate through the windshield

We got rid of Tracy and headed down to my parents’ basement
When I kissed you, Homer Simpson smashed
His head into the pavement

Now years later, I’m feeling older, I hate my job and I’m getting fatter
But I have you, and you have me
And the rest simply doesn’t matter

Don't Question Mark

Belfield, ND (a classy first date)

Carrying 
You 
Over
The Threshold

Growing 
Old and
Having
Children
Together

These
Are
Things
I am 
Looking
Forward
To

The Threshold

Place your feet close together
Stand up straight
Raise your arms up to the sky 
And open to a Y
Close your eyes and visualize
The heavens now appear
0nly pay attention to this
Music that you hear

Breakdance fever

Breakdance fever’s now imbedded in your mind
Leave all doubt and anxiety behind
Execute the moves you’ve learned
You’re dancing on a star
Don’t forget to breath my friend
The beat will never die

You are now a master of the steps

Breakdance fever

Missing Eraser Files

Breakdance Fever

Solo artist hailing from the land of 10,000 lakes, born and raised in the shadow of Theodore Roosevelt National Park.  Been writing and recording music for ten thousand years...or so it seems...

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