Endless.... North Carolina Mountains

Shining Rock Wilderness, North Carolina

August 2004

Nothin Sacred

Staring at the sky, hoping for some rain
The tears well in my eyes—wash away this pain.
Trouble in the air—the smell of burning trees.
They stripped the hillsides bare, spreading the disease.

You tell me nothin’s sacred.
I don’t believe that it’s true.
If there’s nothin’ sacred
you know that we’re all through.

Staring at the sky, forgotten how to pray.
A deeper shade of blue fades into the grey.
Rows of trophy homes convenient to the mall:
but just like cancer loves the bone, feed it to the sprawl.

You tell me nothin’s sacred.
I don’t believe that it’s true.
If there’s nothin’ sacred
you know that we’re all through.

©2005 LApp

Green

Green, all I see is green—
tiny buds and blossoms
opening to Spring.
I’ll lay down in the grass, cross my arms behind my head
fold my jacket for a pillow, forget everything I said.
Staring into nothing and everything.
Bending like a willow in the winds of time
if I can just stay green.

Green, the water is so green.
Tiny fish and bubbles
adrift in the saline.
Floatin’ on my belly givin’ gravity a break
feels like I’m dreaming but I’m wide awake.
Swimming past the shallows into the deep.
Flowing like a wave into a sea of life
if I can just stay green.

When I walk the city sidewalks know it brings me down
the color of my dreams turn black, grey, and brown.
With my head so full I cannot see a thing
until I learn the art of forgetting.

Green, color me in green.
Emerald and verdigris and every shade between.
When my days are over and you lay me in the ground
cover me with clover far away from town
and let the grass grow way up high
and cover me in green.
Lingering after sunset like a flash of light
if I can just stay green.

©2005 L.App

Spirit Tree Lyrics

Spirit tree, may I lie down in your shade?
I'm hot and tired, my clothes are torn,
can't go another day.
Cooling in your shadow, admit that I have failed and
watch my apprehension suspended in your green.
Can I lay down in your bed of grass and roof of leaves?

Spirit tree -- shelter from the day.
That evil sun, unblinking eye,
I'll make him take the blame.
A victim of my passions, the voice of no restraint;
feverish obsessions, my own worst enemy
Will you lead me down a path of songs
to a field of dreams?

Kerosene flowing in my veins
The heated words, the angry lies,
I'm too close to the flame.
A primitive reaction poisoning my brain and
clouding up my vision - burns like acrolene.

Spirit tree, your branches open wide.
Hold me close and bring me water,
my throat is clenched and dry.
Beyond your shadow we all come back to you:
the grasses bow their heads in prayer,
heavy with the dew.
Will you dress me in your robe of clouds and hat of sky?


©2004 LApp