Biography of Jeff Nesvig
born and raised in San Diego,
like riding with my friends and spending time with my family.
I like all kinds of music I grew up listening to country and rock n roll I also enjoy clissical music.
Jeff Nesvig's Works:
I have a few poems in books out there somewhere but no books of my own, maybe someday.
Jeff Nesvig Poems
I have a soda pop and I want to share it with you Maybe take a little walk together We could talk about life or the weather As long we're together that's all I want to do
Where The Wild Cats Whine
Jet black hair and her green eyes shine Standing on a cloud in the cool sunshine Tell me can you see her Can you hear the wild cats whine
San Diego is just a kiss away Like a gypsy sitting on the oceans coast Misty in the morning like a painted lady She has everything a man could ask for
Waiting Here For You
Tell me what it is that started the fire inside of you I see it burning in your eyes I can hear the screams that hide inside your mind And the lies that you try to hide.
I heard the cries of love and pain today echoing thru the halls and chambers of my mind. the constant song of yesterday plays it's thunderous roll
An Old Coat Time Had Left Behind
Hand me downs and shinny eyes peer across the room Holding an old coat that time has left behind A beautiful old coat her grandmother left for her To protect her from the winters cold and snow.
Colors Of The Night
Quite walks thru passages of time as the holey one whispers the names written on the wall and the voices of angels sing as he touches the cold stone of ages inside the marbled hall.
She lifted it gently off the wall And looked into the eyes Of the reflection and the picture That looked back at her from behind the frame and glass.
Saint John The Traveler
Saint John the traveller a man of many miles look ahead and see the signs in every foot print he's left behind.
Onto You It Is Written
Onto you it is written to fly on the wings of the storm to bring down the thunder from the lightening in the sky
Submission And Fire
Standing on the edge of insanity Standing in the pouring rain Dancing in the fire of submission Waiting for the night to come
It's hot in the dry August dessert and no water in sight I can feel the pounding of my heart and I can no longer sweat every thought is a vivid nightmare and the vultures are circling above me.
The Movies L Ife And Rain
Here we go through time as though it stands still Together in rain as it falls.
By Jeff Nesvig, aka Godfather. » 15 Jul 2010 12: 11 alive she cried at red crow in flight wings spread wide for the journey that follows through the night
It's hot in the dry August dessert and no water in sight
I can feel the pounding of my heart and I can no longer sweat
every thought is a vivid nightmare and the vultures are circling above me.
if I walk just another mile or so I'll find water I know
God I can taste it it's flooding my soul,
Mary owns the cantina and she's waiting there for me
I can see the horse's watering outside
Mary save me don't let me die.