poker chips fly
the dark night grows deep
i see a glitter in her eye
and the brew thats in steep
i lay down wanting to sleep

a wolf bays wildly
a deer feeds on the lawn
a casino inside
and i quickly can feel my frown
a two and a three
an odd and an even
with no hop in the river
not even a seven

Texas hold em
just lost a fan
i did what i can
but i lost money
and my women found another man
now i don't have someone to call me honey
and i no longer have my stand

bubbling river of cool crisp silver
swaying moss grumbling rocks
the rain stops and the water drops
the pools clear and the sun sets

evening falling in the mountains
mist clear air and trembling fountain
hey what is this but the sight of the sign
just a view of the other side

here is my bride and her gown
down the lane dust kicked up
i fly down to the pond of happy trout
and i know ill never get enough

the sun burns on the other side of the world
in our mountain fortress
in my hands ill hold
my of nothing fortune

believe in belief
and relive relief
i hear show biz needs another
and i feel she's my brother

lets run with the wind
lets throw rocks off a bridge
lets feel warmth within
then lets hike up the ridge

and when we get to the top
we will go a bit higher
well bring up some food

and cook it over the fire

shifting of change
take stock in the wiggle
we should all be on this page
and the wind takes strait to tangle

lady why do you keep bothering my time
and the jacket is huge
the trail twists like a vine
and in your hand i see fuse

jump at the op as you see fit
o dive in your plan
see your friend in who your with
and take back your man

charms hanging off my arms
neck listing dang lye do
i feel your greed in all forms
I'm stuck between Juliet and the taming of the shrew

Shake spheres boiling in the gay galaxy
as i look into the eyes of my bride to be
the canyon lays on as far as the sky can see
and i enjoy the morning as I'm me

rolling thunder time revealing
shifting sands and secrets revealing
my rhymes ain't happening my feet are reeling
and on father times beard in my past concealing

exploding smoke
disappearing into the sky
one less spinning spoke
whole street and I ask why

time spins and shifts
mouths speak what ifs
twigs fall to the ground and hits
and crazy sights spiral into the drifts

hallows eve and a cool breeze
a costume of a feeling comes over me
i see something and get down on my knees
but realize the vision was only me

the night lights twinkle
and the grandfather clock tolls
the old Texas water sparkles
Halloween is less a time and more in polls

i get a hold of my night vision
now i see with great precision
and in this i make a decision
to move beyond derision

so I've created a kingdom in the rain
flashing light fleeting somber
in lust, love and pain
so too is the end of october

darkness at the end of town
holly wood avenue birds on a wire
a woman in a beautiful gown
of these things i never tire

sunrise under a blanket
hiding from the bleak light
visions of Davey Crockett
up in them hill after his plight

from Tennessee and out to the Alamo
cowboys and Indians cross roads and lost roads
seeing his end swinging his gun
fighting for his life just to let go

then the easy riders of the 70s
blow down to New Orleans and out to salvation
and the lost days of the 90s
in the American Nation

i try to reach back in my head
for poetic significance but all...
and of the future I dread
and through time and life i tread
my color of rose is not red

and life throws at me another toll
money made and spent
and time old dirty time thrown
and ease is but haste

love is but afar
people talking down below
dark town the open of a door
the flash of a black car

an empty stair
under a city light all is revealed
down and about to another lair
another moment lost as it is sealed

Its a new morning
and the days just roll along
not a day for mourning
but not a day for song

somewhere out there
the wheat fields roll
and i can hear the sounds
of the fall county fair

i want to go to that place
the home I never had
and I want to see the face
of my mom and dad

but times change
and I grow old
and the fact of the thing
is that all is told