shake the dust from my eyes

wake me up

you can even tell me all your lies

'cause I believe

most anything I'm told

when I was young

they told me you're already old

and I have seen

more than my eyes can hold

and I am always apologizing

for being much too bold

so hold me down

hold me low down to the ground

don't let me go

even though I'll tell you I won't run away

when I leave

paint my shadow on the floor

when I return, just tell me

you don't live here anymore

I'll say I've changed

I'll say I am not the same

but I can't be trusted,

there's always someone else to blame

and you'll say never

and I'll say all ways

I'll say never

and you'll say all ways

And we'll lose our footing once again

and we'll fall     down

And maybe this time,

we'll just stay there

maybe this time we won't be let down

and maybe this time,

we'll just stay here

maybe this time we'll keep our feet upon the ground

so as the air turns back in on itself, twisting the iron bars of summer

here I will write

more than before

filling in the gaps with alphabet blocks stacked high

swaying

ever so in the breeze

and if you want to string it all together

find some story hanging there

you're welcome to,

although it's forever being rewritten.

sign seen.

Also, I'll be starting up the mail art project again to also help raise funds for The Garfield Park Conservatory.  If you send $3 & a self addressed, stamped envelope for each piece of art work you want (4"x6" postcard size original drawings) I'll create an original illustration for you, a friend, a loved one...whomever you like! Just send $3 & an envelope (with the address of it's recipient plus enough postage to get it there) and you or the person of your choosing will receive some original mail art! No limit on how many pieces you request! $1 from every illustration will be donated to The Garfield Park Conservatory!!! Email me: stephdavies@stephdaviesartmusic.com for the address of where to send everything to!!!

Didn't catch a thing.

Found a little birdie dead in our path & decided to draw it back to life.

Unease.

a state of unease. a roaming mob. a roaming senseless violent mob.  It defies all logic & explanation.  No use trying to reason with the unreasonable.  Shouldn't let them shake you (like a leaf).

Quaking. Shaking. Leave the light on.

Twelve years ago today I lost a cousin.

Twelve years & a day ago I lost a grandfather-it's nice that with each passing year there are fireworks in their honor-a celebration of their lives.