Neil Peart RIP
Neil Peart. A drummer and a lyricist of course, an exceptional talent on stage and in the studio, an inspiration to so many through the many-layered wisdoms woven into his words. But more
Jon Collins
No New Star
No New Star
Broken, broken
Senseless, sudden
Routine stolen
Ripped away, without a trace
A life taken, no explanation
Please, no, you must be mistaken
While around, in every detail
Life goes on,
Time Is A Mirror
Time is a mirror
Reflecting past and future
Testing, testing what we know
Days are a river
Running, fore and after
Moving, moving with the flow
Today’s another day
Tomorrow will have
The Silences
It’s the silences that get to me
The empty spaces in between
The otherwise continuous stream
Of noisy, gung-ho positivity
And unveiled anger, bordering on
The vitriolic
Its the silences that show
We Go to the End
We Go To The End
We go to the end, together
We stare ahead, toward the void
We stand on the edge of forever
We feel the peace
Where once was noise
We