Mystery Man

My face is my face, but I am still a ghost, yes, I am still a ghost.

Fading with the Forest

Empty walls crumble. Brick-by-brick the wounds open. Scars wither to Earth.

Freedom is Blind

Gorgonize my ears With that sudden wrench of steel Blind me with freedom

50 Shades of Train

People know you ride when she rolls into a town, with you drenched in grease. Your face smudged in dirt. Your fingernails are deep black. You ramblin' train tramp.

A Zion Halloween

A Zion Halloween The waves scream thunderous roars, crashing fury down on the banks of the shore, washing away the footprints of the wandering man. He stumbles along into the night, his bare feet swollen...