"Are you who run to him?"

Snap Your Fingers by Joe Henderson

Tell Her About It

I want to break free

Please Come To Boston

Let Me Fall Hard

everyday I learn something new about everything

I am sometimes worried-

everything is too minuscule

and, this tiresome time will not pass

It's what we take from that,which are

given that lead us to our best regards

I give my regards, to Broadway

the street of scene acting and

well read believing

accolades acquired through inheritance

supreme classicism, ever so present predominantly

wishful wanderings fulfill the search for home

take me there and lock the doors-

unlock the windows-

and, crash into me in nearsighted collision

Can I Steal A Little Love?

Here, is endless truth.
What we are is singley defined.
The only view to the window-
is inside from the house.
Everything is living.
Through me
and, deep inside.

Hey joe

This is where we are

the shallow valley of the end.

Sparse, yet indignant trees paper the arcs of the land,

with their leaves falling not close from above,

speckling the rough grass and lustrous stone.

Dew drops cling practically everywhere

and we receive equal portion of what is deserving.

Unprecedented is reality here.

I know all the things I knew.

Yet, it was all new; so, silently we then swore secretly.

to never lye as King & Queen forever

not alone in the valley

the shallow valley of the end.

Play it back to me in a dream.

But, I think i've changed.