Gold Rush Seeking gold New prospects lay in hills Grace in the west The west is calling Kill your fellow man Kill your brother Rip your heart out Search it for your soul Building the bridge They lost men Not enough to stop As lust for gold brought violence Which was readier for sale Towns formed their own laws The Sheriff held without bail

Roses For Thee Grass bends under foot I’m back now to collect a few roses One goes to a woman Who loves so much she is weak Another for a man with perfect sight Yet chooses not to see The third for a girl She works in a jewelry boutique Last belongs to a boy Who has long been asleep Alas when all the roses Are where they need to be I can hop in my little sail boat And take to the sea

Forever Autumn Come walk with me now through the autumn trees Hold my hand or not Hear my voice if you please Through fallen leafs in the mud Painted beautifully red and orange Fall is the season That sparks thoughts of love Air smells urgent Stings our delicate skin Come share this with me my dear To you my heart I give Stray not from my side However long we live If we so chose We'll build a house High atop the trees Make this forest our home sharing our lives and souls I will hunt for food You can tend our garden Societies machine no longer a present threat At times we may hunger for our past #life’s we used to own Left far behind Never shall we be alone Or want for anything more Come walk with me my love to places far away come stroll along the path I've made for only you and I Come be with me my darling under the autumn sky

Living Near Death If I died right now Who would know Lingering slowly, slowly I would fade Blackness consumes my conscious Sad everyday Lonely feels cold Unreasonably cold and dark To feel another breath would create a story If you could be mine I would build a sandcastle with you And live forever in it

Bad Bones There is a Skelton which resides under my flesh. As does one in every person, they just lack realizing this. Frightening to think that maybe one day, it could jump out. Tear itself from its prison of sinew, blood, and skin. No doubt it would devour me so that my outsides were then in. At night it's terrifying as I think of the nightmare contained inside. In there plotting to emerge, leaving no place to hide. So in the dark I'm weary, wrapped in blankets tight. Hoping I can hold it in without much of a fight. Maybe it seems irrational, even quite insane. Possibly it may terrify you, the thought scratching at your brain. So remember as you walk the streets lackadaisical and unaware. That even after we're long gone, our skeletons are still there.