Little Mazarn

The Cloud and the Snail

Does the cloud even see the snail? 

Crushed on the driveway.

The sadness is in the sound

of having to go that way.

Does the earth feel the weight of me? 

The burden of my two feet? 

The weight of my sorrow? 

Better tomorrow.

Nothing is special.

Nothing is new.

I’m riding horses 

through the drive-thru.

Is it all wasted time 

to ride for the feeling? 

Being young and running around,

not really trying.

Lost in the current.

Found on the internet.

I wish it was memorable.

The Crystal Cave

Crawling through

the crystal cave.

Long gone, 

light of the day.

Don’t be afraid.

There might be rain, 

but I am here with you.

 Leaving the world 

in the dead of night 

My body grows long 

The passage is tight.

It’s a secret place

 in the green belt. 

Enter as one, 

leave as something else. 

Don’t be afraid.

There might be rain 

but I am here with you 

No turning back. 

Who’s to say,

we’ll get out alive.

Silvery rock and dying headlights.

 Don’t be afraid.

There might be rain 

but I am here with you

Dark Pleasure of Endless Doing

I woke up confused like, 

what has happened to all my free time? 

I did a lot of things, 

ceaselessly, 

endlessly. 

I made a habit of keeping up and looking cool. 

I didn’t come here to improve the situation, 

to solve things, 

to fix things, 

to share what’s on my mind, 

only to celebrate my aliveness.

to absorb and empty out, 

absorb and empty out.  

Feel free 

Bridle my pony without cruelty,

lead her back to the path when she has strayed, 

hold her head as we walk, 

feel her heaving sides, 

her strength, 

her gait.

Wonder and wander,

be untethered 

with our only connection 

to our senses and eachother 

even if the path we ride is an endless circle 

let us trust

Either Way

Either way, my heart knows

What is right 

and so I’ll go

Either way.

Either way, close my eyes

Find each step

I can trust my mind

Either way.

Either way, the body knows

Where to go 

And I’ll follow

Either way.

Either way, I will change

And love myself 

all the same. 

Either way.

Either way, I’ll be good

And I’ll find peace

And I am whole

Either way.

That’s the end.

The Gate

I built a a gate for my grief to go freely.

I’m not meant to contain wild horses. 

I see them run and I feel their hot breath, alive. 

I can’t pen them in and I can’t let them go. 

Oh to be among their warm bodies, 

I cry every day drawing from the infinite well of tears. 

I see them run and I feel their hot breath, alive. 

I can’t pen them in and I can’t let them go.

The Golden Hour

Walk with me in the golden hour
We can hold each others hands, it’s the golden hour 
I don’t believe it’s over yet, it’s the golden hour 
Flowing like the ocean, in the golden hour 

Feel the crazy wisdom of the golden hour 
Tell someone you love them, it’s the golden hour 
And my black dogs running in the golden hour 
And the answers begging questions of the golden hour 

Twinkling in my heart light in the golden hour 
Ghosts and meditations, it’s the golden hour 
And I’m watching for the second arrow in the golden hour 
And the ever loving mystery of the golden hour

Honey Island General Store 

Meet me at the Honey Island General Store, 

They have just what I was looking for. 

You said you lost your will to dance, 

But I think you’ll find your steps again. 

People they been telling me I waited too long 

But the joke’s on them. 

I was just taking my time. 

Meet me at the Honey Island General Store, 

You can lose it all and always get some more. 

Sometimes I think there’s not enough for me, 

But I remember you told me it’s infinity, 

it’s ambient and it’s real and it’s always around, 

And it’s what I’ve found, 

By taking my time.

In Dreams

Cover me in stars, tuck in my arms. 

I'm in the cockpit, I won't try to stop it. 

This time I’ll leave the ground. 

I've finally found the way out.

In dreams, in dream I can talk to you, dreams. 

In dreams, in dreams you are listening, dreams. 

Thinking back on Arkansas, 

sitting on the countertop, 

a midnight visitation. 

We knew who it was, 

someone who'd left us recently. 

And do you believe that gone's really gone? 

Or can you send a message back to the ones you love, in dreams? 

In dreams, in dream I can talk to you, dreams. 

In dreams, in dreams you are listening, dreams. 

And how long has it been, since I sang the third on Promised Land? 

It keeps things real for me in strange society, I'm not the only one. 

And there's nothing else to do, but sit across from you, talking on the phones. 

I wish I had been there when things got you down. 

and time took her hands and spangled you with mica. 

In dreams, in dream I can talk to you, dreams. 

In dreams, in dreams you are listening, dreams.

Lake Texoma 

When it rains and grass grows in that place again, I always think of you, ever the optimist. 

It was you who thought I could fly an airplane, 

calling everyone you knew to tell ‘em about the thing. 

Remember the day you drove the boat to Oklahoma, 

all the way across Lake Texoma, like going around the world. 

It was you, who never stopped loving Dallas, or the Beatles like a religion, 

or a man’s holy right 

to drive a car 

to find the right 

kind of cheese 

to make grits. 

Don’t wait.

Don’t wait.

Don’t wait.