dirty road blues

innocent liars 

bemusing, in the narrow notions of life

pitiful missionaries

seeking their truth in lurch

the devil's bargain, at the crossroads

suppressed fatal fire,

a flame takes you higher

 on thy search

over mountains, seas 

and bare naked valleys 

through forests, and birds among trees

the artifice

of the wrong dreamer

drinking every time, desires with a secret tone

like a dancing man 

with no remorse

a subtle surrender

to a single call 

they dance, they fall

in tender ruins 

of burned ages

that nature transcends

great satyr, 

dreams aloud the sound 

- with pan's flute, a memory of the native lute

they will keep follow him around

through mystic woods

away from sight 

a owl quietly still sings

it reminds me 

long gone affairs

with the river daughters, descending the stairs

taking all our secrets away from here 

further from this town 

further from this notion of steer

mesmerizing cinders

vivid wounds of creation

it calls you in dreams

it calls you in death

to where ether 

in silence strives 

and her words 

languidly drive us

the violin creations, appealing to the choirs 

the drums sets the rhythms, through isolation

and life urges, bringing rain for the feast of the nation

while the wildness scores 

broken stained glasses 

of sacred houses, neighbors  

kept their cards away, games are now hidden under the tables

bravery squads of heroes, they bestow in cradles

sharing their fruits

to all oppressed children