Category: western verse

Long Road (day 1501)

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I feel I’m suffering alone.
I feel my eyes are closing off.
I think that there’s no way
I’ll live
To tell all of my stories
From this very long, long road.
Because it is a long, long road.

I had a hand in my own truth.
I had desire cutting deep.
I feel there was a moment
When all
I had to do was dream
Enter in this long, long road.
Because it is a long, long road.

I have never let go of emptiness.
I have held out my heart to sing out loud.
I had the chance to make
A life
With everything I dreamt
Along this very long, long road.
Because it is a long, long road.

I needed one too many paths.
I needed to let go of this I knew.
I have always believed
We are
Passionate indeed.
So we’re all a long, long road.
Because it is a long, long road.

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Soul Behind This Country Boy (day 1484)

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When we walked away –
So much still left to say,
It was the night I fell in love with her,
Which was the night I walked away.

I cannot talk of spoken promises,
I’ve never left my soul behind,
But the man that I am living now,
Is the man I’d always known.

I landed here with postage stamps,
Unmarked, unspent, untagged, unused,
Nowhere yet to send them to,
Nowhere left that’s on my mind.

A loner as a country boy –
The stars my greatest friends,
I dug a hole that wasn’t long enough
But I fit into just fine.

I am lost into another time,
Though a little light still does shine,
To which my heart infatuates
And I am the man I’ve always known.

Whiskey Tracks (day 1457)

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A ground has beginnings:
Longing and forgivings;
Mandate in a bottle,
Lost without a harbour.

As blue sky’s winning,
Heart jumps spinning;
Lover and a well laid plan,
Governor’s left this land.

Help the lizard.
Death on a one way street,
Trucks getting really beat,
Dust covering wiskey tracks.

Whiskey Tracks - Lola Frost - Ned Tobin

A Proper Man’s Time (day 1381)

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Darker abstracts of our life
Face open windows
When calms begun once again.

In a proper man’s time
There’s a short road to freedom,
In a proper man’s time
A line’s lost in old wisdom.

Could the full moon retreat life,
Could it catch hold of time?
When the blinds keep a blowin’.

In a proper man’s time
There’s a short road to freedom,
In a proper man’s time
A line’s lost in old wisdom.

Old dog’s been here resting
Against the old wooden door.
Got his head in the sunlight,
Open window no more.

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Bright Workings (day 1299)

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Rhythm and love shakes me.
Feeling and all of it makes me.
Haven’t been down lately.
Are you coming around, baby?

Can you feel me inside nighttime,
Like glitter in these light wines.
I’m a fountain of love baby,
You’re shaking all over tonight lines.

Feel me, as emotion entangles,
Setting fire to stage that surrounds me.
See this town as electric midnights
That strangle blackness from tonight.

Forget Deceit (day 1291)

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Weather change upon my chains.
Warning bell remains the same.
I know it’s there; illuminate.
Can’t forget animosity,
Can’t forget building tide.
Undecided sayer’s name,
Unto the end, within our midst,
Lot of whispers and deceit.

Calling me, your name.
Secret here cannot remain.
Where does once begineth from?
Is it all just amend, amen?

Out in the Open (day 1272)

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Shadows in my heart
Are the types to be tested.
Are the types to be worn out.
Representing all I haven’t been.
Saving it all, loving it all;
Shifting working class numbers
Without an exhibition.
Count me down, live me up,
Wear me out; explicit.

Nanana na na na.
I’m out in the open.
Nanana na na na.
Matchsticks on the benches.

And like my mystery,
As I slide with the breeze
I come up with animosity,
Luminescity.
Chivalry in a shadow
Died like the one headlight.
One headlight making it right,
Making it anxiously toes tap,
Tippity-tap, tippity-tap,
Left right left. Left right left.

Nanana na na na.
I’m out in the open.
Nanana na na na.
Matchsticks on the benches.

Out in the open I stretch to the breeze,
I let go as I please and
Stretch upon all those I see.
You let go, you take aim,
You stick up with the pain,
You let go my hand.
You don’t know, and that’s all right.
Because we’re put here to ever play,
We’ve come here to forever stay.

Nanana na na na.
I’m out in the open.
Nanana na na na.
Matchsticks on the benches.

Gold in My Heart (day 1271)

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This golden light shines from above,
With a randsom note for two saviors I know.
I’m afraid to think of how they’ll go,
Because I’m wise enough to know they’ll say:
“A thousand plans don’t make a man.”

Free me, my heart yells free me
My soul speaks of freedom
My eyes are wide.
Free me, my heart yells free me
My windows are gleaming
Like golden inside me.

I’ve been straddling here with two ears to the wind,
Like a rambling band, it would seem old skin.
There’s a sad song I keep humming out loud,
To go along with this hour of magnificent doubt;
I’ve decided to pray for my heart today.

Free me, my heart yells free me
My soul speaks of freedom
My eyes are wide.
Free me, my heart yells free me
My windows are gleaming
Like golden inside me.

A gypsy woman that I sent away,
Came back again with some more to say.
I wasn’t wise so I let her stay.
To my soul’s demise, I have been led astray,
But to my open eyes, I’ve never cried before.

Free me, my heart yells free me
My soul speaks of freedom
My eyes are wide.
Free me, my heart yells free me
My windows are gleaming
Like golden inside me.