Phantom Trails

Phantom trails lure rambling bones
And I ride with primitive souls
Its hard to stomach the unknown
May the trail render its sweet carrion

On A Whim

We get by on a whim
And we live in our ramblin way
We have pushed and pushed to the end
Where we await an outcome
Old times have changed
We are exposed with our weight resting on faith
Chaos surrounds us and helplessly we flail
There is a spectacular view in our wake
We are getting a feel for life
And thanking God as life fills our lungs

T.J. Shrader

Fear

Step through the ghostly barriers of society
What is not ingrained, what is not seeded;
is hidden and unmentioned
We must think for ourselves, to live, to really live
There is more you can see, more you can feel
There is a vibration that she emits and she is thriving
Just think for yourself, and overcome the fear
The fear that is ingrained, the fear that is seeded

T.J. Shrader

Bones Were Meant to Ramble

Society has a grip;
It’s hard to breathe and exist
Reality is hardly near;
More so absent or rarely engaged
Embark and stray to where reality dwells
Find that air is clean in currents
Land is vast and flourishing
Be engulfed by the unknown
And truth will take hold

T.J. Shrader

May Fall Come Quick

Days come warmer with the lingering sun. Limbs bare buds brining deer back in numbers. Dogs sprawl atop dog houses. Prey drives surface with blowing coats. Hunters bare teeth dismembering wild hares leaving bowels at my feet. Blood goes down easy with fall on my mind. Red faces prowl. Bitches practice cannibalistic tendencies. Sinking teeth into the weak sparks a brush fire. All out brawls alter trots. Days come warmer with the lingering sun and may fall come quick.

T.J. Shrader

With the Wind

I remember spinning, dropping to the ground
Beneath a forceful wind onto sprawling blankets of rock below
There is a place where trees can’t grow
Where a breathing wind sucks air from your lungs
And sun leaks light into color before you
Where grass swirls taking your eyes across an infinite view
And there’s no path to lead you there
There is a place perfect for a first kiss
And I can't forget how her hair falls
Now with each new wind, it takes me back to that place

T.J. Shrader

Ride It Out

Face to face and I can’t back out now
Walls of gray, swirling specks of white
Even strong souls can’t stomach the storm
While violent winds consume and digest
I can’t back out now, riding into the eye of a storm
I’m a danger to myself and no one else
We’ll ride it out and chase the sky back to blue
Face to face and I can’t back out now
We’ll ride it out and chase the sky back to blue

T.J. Shrader