| Lovers Lodge A homebound episode, driving overload Lost a tire that blowed, shreds litter the road Lowered from below, that little tire depot Nobody helps a fellow, nor say hello Maybe its attire?, it wasn�t on fire? Dress like a friar? Or someone higher? That would be suicide, some selfless pride The box beside, but am always outside Box becoming undone , it has begun The eyes of one, finally see the sun Seeing the scene of something so serene Making all I have seen so fresh and green Looking up a ravine, a stream and green Hills to corrode, perception overload Tell everyone, my rebirth has begun Fill my canteen, load my soul with serene Inhaling the winds blow, I scream hello My welling tidal tears telling of pride Wiping this episode, hitting the road Wandering eyes provide eye candy outside Seeds starting to sow, soon a lush depot My trip is finally won, beat the sun I don�t require to be any higher Here is my empire of my youthful fire The story so dire, recycled by fire Ski lodge great and clean, blankets white and green Ski lifts for hire, to the tops or higher Thru the chill and snow, frosty says �hello� Looking across the divide, swelling pride Fresh scents and dirt roads, senses on overload Prime spot to unload, just on up the road Big standing chateau, old mining depot Haunted to most anyone, devoid of sun Will you outrun? The race has just begun The place for all to convene, so serene Grassy hillside, just being here, outside Our own guide, led to elderly outside Consequences so dire, aroused by fire Senses one cannot hide, true sense of pride Building an empire, elders think higher Process so slow, gospel saying �hello� Health starts to careen, so do dreams of green destiny has won, eclipsing the sun The visions corrode, encore, dead-end road Ground colored calico, no more depot The death machine, seemingly serene Dreaming the abode, drove them to overload Since ebb of life won, nothing has begun No records undone, romance has begun Horse-bound trails still ride, everywhere outside Ranking places to retire, none would be higher Cool water fun, soaking up summer sun Calamity erodes to earthy overload Trees burnt, seeds were sowed ,plants now color the road Husband and bride, there, were married with pride Exhumed memories flow, echoing hello Still remaining, no more skier depot Ashes once obscene, rebirth, fields of green Events transpire, lost in fingers of fire Dreams foreseen, destiny so serene Events overseen, by forests so serene Spark of a gun, another fire begun Killing forest attire, flame much higher Killing anyone, hotter than the sun Making rocks explode, I won�t say �hello� Pace wont be slowed, my ass, down the road! The force my guide, mad smoke clouding my pride Angry tears are code for sensory overload Weeks of unseen, relics used to be green No chance to decide, whether to be outside The brushy briar, ever fueling the fire Evening the blow dealt to the depot Time seemingly slow, entombing the depot Things previously unseen, faulting the serene People chasing suicide, stupid blind eyed pride Coursing from the inside to the outside Like a mad machine, spotted black and green Wrath dominoed, combustion overload Another scary episode, yet remains the road War-torn veteran, scorched black by sun Roadside briars, given passport from fire The only desire, grow ever higher Head start to outrun, the race has begun Life begins slow, sowing to say hello That was years ago, old friends say hello Around my neck, buffalo, exit the depot Feeling a little spun, reunion has begun Time left to transpire, anticipations higher Conditions were dire after the killer fire The rebirth had begun plus years of sun Growth had exploded, forest now overloaded I decide for a ride, visions of pride Remain unseen, see meadows so green So clean, aquamarine, fresh and serene Cant see the inside, cant see the outside Rusty tin relic lode, still with the road Old skier abode, history, end of the road The old chateau, ashes answer with hello Again I respire, (deep breath)circle starts via fire Another episode? My mental overload Walking the plateau, leaving the depot What other records reside, here, outside My thoughts provide, odds are with self-pride That someone, anyone, somewhere under the sun History starts its run where it begun Deep in evergreen forests so serene Lie dormant grasses, waiting to be green Seeking their desire to grow ever higher Seeking more to admire, climbing higher Stamina corrodes, no visible roads Meadowlands done, deep valley has begun Aspen trees forego thoughts of the depot Beauty here resides, white and black outside Lovers marks bestowed ,emotional overload Blank slate a tree provides, strange sense of pride Passion of desire, love hot like a fire Sweethearts slash their fun, playing art-i-sun Black marks to and fro, their age speaks �hello� Decades past I mean, simple yet serene Epicene, deciduous, evergreen Contrasting scene, brown, red, yellow, white, green Colors and shapes sire complexity higher True forms I confide, artless shapes outside Lover marks outgrow, chancing their hello A time dealt death blow expires this depot Not tragic or dire, like a forest fire More slowly undone than it had begun Labels undone, time told by the sun Seasons dominoed, pitfalls closed the road Their love buffaloed, years pass, aged overload Marks of king and queen, pass with the serene Mother nature�s tide kicks ass with pride Turning my stride, I swallow hard my pride Pictured magazine towards meadows green Beauty contrasts prior, some feelings higher Inside me they grow, terminus depot My pilgrimage done, course anew begun Snarled notions convene, confluence serene Facts of life inquire, parallels of fire Conditions decide, I remain outside Circumstances show reverie, hello My conquests bestowed, hit the open road Return journeyman, my back to the sun Keepsakes unload, still driving overload All scenes remain green, under the hot sun Pandora�s outside the box, we begun Sermonizing hello to human pride Disclosure depot, parlay for higher As I drive the road, still driving overload To dismiss the serene, invites the fire Written by Todd Anderson �2005 june 11 |