THE PERFECTION OF HIS FACE
THE MIRACLE OF HIS SPIRIT
AND THE SECRET OF HIS PERSONALITY
 
ONLY HE KNOWS ALL
ONLY HIS WORDS ARE PURE
FOR HIS IMAGINATION IS OUR REALITY
 
AND ONLY GOD KNOWS
THE COMPOUND OF AWARENESS
AND THE SECRET QUEST OF EVERY SOUL
 
ONLY HIS SMILE IS PURELY SWEET
HIS MERCY COMPLETE
AND HIS LOVE ENTIRELY WHOLE
 
IN THE LIFE HE DELIVERS
IN HIS MYSTICAL BREATH
HIS BEING IRRELEVANT TO DEATH
 
WE ARE ONLY THE DUST
OF HIS THOUGHTS
THAT HE LET ROAM FREE
 
IN AN ILLUSION CALLED TIME
IN A PLACE CALLED SPACE
THAT HE SIMPLY WILLED TO BE

HE IS NEVER WRONG, EVER STRONG
HIS EYES ARE ON ME
 
HE IS OF THE LIGHT
HE IS LOVE WITH MIGHT
AND HIS EYES ARE ON ME
 
I SEE
THE GREAT "I AM"
IS, WAS, WILL EVER BE
 
I HEAR
WORTHY IS THE LAMB
HOLY HOLY HOLY
 
AND THIS IS THE TESTIMONY
HIS EYES ARE ON ME

HOW SMALL AM I
ONE GRAIN OF SAND
UPON THE SHORE
 
IT MAKES ME CRY
WHEN I REMEMBER HIS HAND
KNOCKED ON MY DOOR
 
I AM YET BUT A SINGLE SOUL
I AM ONE AMONG AN ENTIRE RACE
YET WITH HIS GRACE I AM MADE WHOLE
MADE WORTHY TO SEE MY FATHER'S FACE
 
HOLY HOLY
THOU ART MY LOVING REWARD
HOLY HOLY
THY WORD IS MY MIGHTY SWORD
MY HOLY HOLY HOLY
LORD

THE FATHER'S EYES TOO PURE TO LOOK ON US
SENT HE, HIS SON, CALLED JESUS
WORTHY, WORTHY, IS HE PRAISED
WORTHY, WORTHY, ONCE HE WAS RAISED
 
FROM CALVARY
AND I SEE SOMETHING CALLED SACRIFICE
 
HIS LIFE FOR ME
AND I SEE A GREAT GOWN BEYOND PRICE
 
HIS BRIDE, HIS WIFE, ME
WHEN THE ANGELS UP ABOVE THROW RICE
 
HOW NICE
THAT DAY WILL BE
A SOUL IN THE CHURCH OF VICTORY
IN PARADISE

HOLY HOLY
I COULD NEVER COMPREHEND
HOLY HOLY
HIS WORD EVER MADE ME REAL

HOLY HOLY
BUT WHEN HIS SPIRIT CAME LIKE THE WIND
HOLY HOLY
THEN DID HE TO ME REVEAL
 
HIS L O V E
HIS LOVE
HOW GRAND
 
HIS L O V E
HIS LOVE
AND NOW I UNDERSTAND

GOD LOVES ME LIKE CRAZY!
HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON
SO I CAN GO TO HEAVEN
AND HAVE SOME FUN
 
GOD LOVES ME LIKE CRAZY!
HE FORGIVES ME WHEN I SIN
EVEN KNOWING
IF I'LL DO IT AGAIN
 
GOD JUST LOVES ME LIKE CRAZY!
I KNOW NOT WHY
WHAT DID I
TO PLEASE THE MOST HIGH
 
BUT GOD LOVES ME LIKE CRAZY!
IT'S STRANGE, BUT TRUE
HE LOVES ME LIKE CRAZY
AND I LOVE HIM TOO

LORD I SUFFER IT
TO ASK OF THEE
THAT YOU BESTOW
UPON ME
 
ANOTHER CRUMB
OF YOUR HOLY WORD
UNTIL THE KINGDOM COME
AS I HAVE HEARD
 
TO THEE
OH MOST HIGH ABOVE
I PRAY THEE TO GIVE ME
ANOTHER DROP OF YOUR LOVE
 
ALL I NEED
IS A SPARK IN THE NIGHT
GUIDE ME IN THE DARK
WITH A PIECE OF YOUR LIGHT
 
AND IN EVERY NEW DAY
I WILL PRAY
AND TRY A FEW MORE WAYS
TO GIVE THEE PRAISE
 
REMOVE ME OF PAIN
REPROVE ME OF STAIN
THAT I MAY BE WITHOUT SIN
 
I WAIT FOR YOUR REIN
STEADFAST I REMAIN
SUSTAIN ME UNTIL THEN
 
AMEN

THE POWER
ONLY ONE
DIVINE TALK WITH GOD IN PRAYER
 
THE WORK
ONE MISSION NEVER DONE
THAT WE HAVE COMPASSION TO CARE
 
ONE BOOK, MANY MEN
ONE HOLY SPIRIT
WITHIN
 
ONE TRUTH, ONE DOOR
SPOKEN INSPIRED
METAPHORS
 
WITH AN EYE SINGLE
FOCUSED ON THE CENTER GOAL
THE SPIRIT OF GOD ENTERS THE SOUL
 
AND REVEALS GOD, THE SINGLE WHOLE
HIS LIGHT AS THE SUN'S GLOW
AND REFLECTIONS FROM HIM MAKE THE RAINBOW
 
OF MANY THINGS
THAT ARE ALL TRULY ONE IN THE SAME
DIFFERENT MEANINGS OF HIS HOLY NAME
 
FROM HE THAT IS ONE
AND ALL THINGS TOGETHER
THE SAME TODAY, YESTERDAY, AND FOREVER
 
ONE GOD
WHO SENT HIS ONLY SON
FROM ABOVE
 
WITH ONE WORD
AND MANY LAWS
FOUNDED ENTIRELY ON LOVE
 
THAT WE
SHOULD ALWAYS STRIVE TO BE
 
OF ONE HEART
IN ONE ACCORD
IN WORSHIP TO ONE HOLY BELOVED LORD

EASY IT MUST
BE TO TRUST
IN A GOD
THAT'S FAIR AND JUST
 
BUT TIMES OF DESPAIR
BECOME UTTERLY GREAT
WITH WORRY AND CARE
IN A PAINFUL STATE
 
JUST PRAY IT AWAY
UNTO THE KING OF KINGS
DAY BY DAY
FOR GOD IS LOVE, OF ALL THINGS
 
HE WILL TEACH YOU
HOW TO LIVE
HE WILL SHOW YOU TO GIVE
AND FORGIVE
 
HIS WORDS WILL LIFT YOU UP
WHEN YOU FALL
HIS TRUTH WILL GUIDE YOU THROUGH
THE LIGHTED HALL
 
AND SUSTAIN YOU UNTIL THAT FINE DAY
YOU STAND BEFORE CHRIST THE SON
WHEN HE WILL LOOK AT YOU AND SAY
"MY CHILD --- WELL DONE!"

THERE IS ONLY ONE LIGHT
THAT LEADS THE BLIND
NOT IN THE WORLDS OF IMAGE
OR MIND
 
COMPLETELY BEYOND
ALL THINGS MATERIAL
SIMPLY THE TRUTH
OF PRINCIPLES IMPERIAL
 
THAT LIFE IS A WORLD
NO ONE SEES
TOMORROW
NO MAN FORESEES
 
LIFE IS BLIND
A WORD OF ILLUSION
WITH ONLY THE LIGHT OF GOD
THE REST, CONFUSION
 
LIVING A WALK OF STEPS
AND TURNS
ON A PATH CREATED BY GOD
MAN CHILD LEARNS
 
THAT HE IS LOVED
AND GIVEN THE CHOICE TO TAKE ANY TURNS
BUT THE PRINCIPLE REMAINS
HE RECEIVES WHAT HE EARNS
 
ALL EXCEPT FOR ETERNAL LIFE
FOR THAT IS A GIFT
 
AMEN

IN THE PRESENCE
OF A CRESCENT MOON
UNDER A WEB OF NO CONSEQUENCE

IN THE PRESENCE
OF A WINTER SUN AT NOON
UNDER A SHOWER OF NO IMPORTANCE

MOURNING REINS
IN THE MORNING RAINS
LIGHTING INSPIRATION FIRES

AND I PONDER
THE ESSENCE OF WILL
HOW HUMANITY DEALS WITH DESIRES

WE SHADES OF SPARK
ROAM FREE
TO A LIFE OF FOUL OR FAIR

WE AMBER GLOWS IN THE DARK
MAY SEE
TRUTH, AND SEEK IT IF WE CARE

LIFE, THAT THING
STITCHED WITH PLEASURE
AND PAIN

SEEMS WE MUST LEARN THE STING
IN GREAT MEASURE
BEFORE KNOWING THE ORDER AGAIN

THAT SUFFERING FIRST
MUST BE DONE
AVOIDING LUSTFUL THIRST
AND FUN
 
WE MUST FILL THE HANDS
OF MAUDLIN MEN
TO KEEP SHADOW FIRE AT BAY

WE MUST SPEAK IN THE LANDS
REPENTANCE OF SIN
KEEPING SHADOW FIRE AWAY
 
WE MUST BURST ALL DROPS
OF EVIL PLOTS
TO KEEP SHADOW FIRE AT BAY

WE MUST PUT ALL STOPS
ON WICKED THOUGHTS
AND KEEP THE SHADOW FIRE AWAY
 
FOREVER, AND EVER MORE
AMEN

ANGELS WORK
WITH TOOLS
CALLED EVENTS
 
GIVING WARNINGS AND MERCY
TO WISE MEN AND FOOLS
THE LORD'S WILL PRESENTS
 
GOOD SHALL LAY IN THE
HANDS
OF GOOD
 
AND EVIL CAST TO
FIERY LANDS
AS IT SHOULD
 
FOR THE DESTINIES
OF MORTALS
WOMEN AND MEN
 
ARE DYNAMICALLY WOVEN
STITCHED IN FABRIC OF TIME
AGAIN AND AGAIN
 
THIS WISDOM
DOES IN DEPTHS OF
EVERY SOUL LIE
 
THAT SPIRITS LIVE TO GROW
AND GROWING IS GOOD
IF EVIL THEY SEW
THEY GROW NO MORE, THEN DIE.....

ON THE DISTANT SHORES
OF MORAL BAY
STANDS THE LIGHTED FIGURE
OF A SHINING BOY
 
ABOVE, THE SEA GULL SOARS
BELOW IN CORAL, LAY
DARKENED FIGURE
DEVISING PLOY
 
OF A DECEPTIVE STAIN
WITH PAIN OF ILL
LITTLE BOYS AS THESE
PLEASE A WICKED KILL
 
BUT THE GULL SHINES LIGHT
FROM THE SKIES
TO THE DELIGHT OF
THE CHILD'S EYES
 
WILL LITTLE BOY FLY
THE BIRD HE'S MEANT TO BE
WILL LITTLE BOY DIE
DENY WINGS HE CAN'T SEE
 
WHERE WILL HE WALK
THIS CHILD IN BETWEEN?
THE PATH OF THE WILD
IS YET TO BE SEEN....

I PRAY TO BE
PERFECT LIKE JESUS
IN SPIRIT, LIKE THE FATHER
IN FLESH, LIKE US
 
AND WITHSTAND
EVERY TEMPTATION
AND EVERY DECEPTION SINCE
THE DAWN OF CREATION
 
WE, THE PEOPLE OF EARTH
WHO MADE HIS SOUL TO BLEED
WE DECEIVED WHO BELIEVED LIES
FORGETTING WHAT WE NEED
 
GIVEN BY THE FATHER
WHICH IS LOVE
HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON
FROM ABOVE
 
JESUS
THE ONLY ROSE, THAT STILL BLEEDS
IN THE CENTER
OF A GARDEN OF WEEDS ........

THERE'S A MEADOW IN THE WOODS
WHERE PEOPLE GO
WITH SINGING FLOWERS
AND TREES THAT GLOW
 
HERE, PEOPLE DANCE
AND HERE THEY SHOUT
CAST AWAY WORRY
PAIN AND DOUBT
 
HERE
THEY REMEMBER WHAT LIFE'S ALL ABOUT
 
I THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW
ABOUT THIS MISTY, ENCHANTED MEADOW
 
FOR I VISIT IT OFTEN AT TIMES
AND SOMETIMES, JUST ONCE IN A WHILE
TO OPEN MY EYES
AND SEE MY DENIAL
 
MY DENIAL OF THE TRUTH
THAT SATAN KEEPS IN A HIDDEN DISGUISE
DECEIVING ME IN THE WORLD
OF HIS LIES
 
IN THIS MEADOW, I BUILD STRENGTH
FOR GOD'S TEST, THAT I SEE AS A TRIAL
 
I THOUGH YOU SHOULD KNOW OF IT
SO YOU CAN VISIT TOO
SO YOU CAN SEE ALSO
WHAT REMAINS TRUE

WHAT LENGTH IS LIFE
COMPARED TO FOREVER ?
JESUS SMILES UPON THOSE WHO ENDEAVOR
 
TO STRIVE ON
FIGHTING EVEN AS THE DAY IS GONE
REFUSING TO EVER SAY NEVER
 
TO RIGHTEOUSNESS !!!!!!!!

TODAY IS THE DAY
HE DIED
THE DAY
HE WAS THRICE DENIED
 
THE DAY HE WAS
BETRAYED
THE DAY HE WENT
WHEN HE COULD HAVE STAYED
 
TODAY IS THE DAY
HE CRIED
HE PRAYED TO HIS FATHER
AND SIGHED
 
HE ENTERED THE CITY
OF PEACE
IN WHICH HIS BODY
WOULD BE RELEASED
 
FROM THE EARTHEN
PRISON
ON A THIRD DAY
AFTER HE WAS ARISEN
 
AGAIN
TO SAVE ALL WOMEN AND MEN
FOR LIFE TO WIN
TO CLEAN ALL FROM DEADLY SIN
 
AMEN.........

I WISH I COULD SPEAK
LIKE AN ANGEL
 
WITH WORDS THAT RHYME
FLOWING WITH FEELING
ALWAYS IN THE RIGHT PLACE AND TIME
DEALING
 
IN TRUTH
AND NOTHING LESS
NO PRIDE OR DARKNESS
TO CONCEAL OR CONFESS
 
SPEAK LIKE AN ANGEL SPEAKS
THEY, THE NATURAL MUSICIANS
MATCHING THEIR EMOTIONS
WITH TONES OF INTUITIONS
 
THEY
WHO ARE NEVER WRONG
AND FOREVER STRONG
WITHIN THE LIGHT OF CHRIST
THEIR SONG

AURA OF SWEETNESS
I CAN'T HELP BUT SMILE
FEELING SIMPLE AND HAPPY
FOR A WHILE
 
WHEN THEY ARE AROUND
I SWIM IN LOVE
DEAR FATHER
FROM ABOVE
 
DID YOU SEND THEM
WHY?
DID I PLEASE THEE
ON HIGH?
 
LET ME KNOW
SO I CAN DO IT AGAIN
IT'S NICE TO SEE
MORE THAN THE WORLD OF MEN
 
DIVINE GOODNESS
HOW MUST I EXPRESS
IT'S A CHALLENGE
I MUST CONFESS
 
PERHAPS IN A POEM
MADE AS A DEDICATED SONG
INSPIRED, DESIRED TO BE SUNG
FOR ETERNITY LONG

WHICH IS GREATER
CREATION OR CREATOR?
 
WHAT GLORY TELLS A STORY
IN THE LIFE THAT COVERS THE LANDS
A SMALL WORD ITSELF ABOUT THE MAKER THERE OF
A PIECE OF THE RADIANT LOVE FROM HIS HANDS
 
MOUNTAINS ABOVE THE SKY STAND
CANYONS THAT ECHO RIVERS RAGE
DESSERT DUNES OF GOLDEN SAND
FORESTS OF FERN, TREE, AND SAGE
 
CLEAR WATER STREAMS
AND MYSTERY IN THE WINDS
THESE MEET THE REALM OF DREAMS
AND TALK SWEET LIKE FRIENDS
 
EVERY DAY OPENS WITH DAWN
ITS ROSE COLORED FINGERTIPS
SURPRISES IN LIVING LIKE WILD HONEY
FRESH UPON MY LIPS
 
STARRY NIGHTS
OF CELESTIAL SPHERES
BLANKET DARKNESS ABOVE
WITH HIS SHINNY TEARS
 
AND ALL THE SEASONS
THAT CHARM IN GREAT MEASURE
FOR WHAT BE THE REASONS
NONE OTHER THAN HIS GOOD PLEASURE
 
WHAT HIDDEN SECRETS WHISPER
IN WATERFALLS AND RAINBOWS
SUMMER SHOWERS AND WILD FLOWERS
ONLY THE LORD KNOWS
 
DEW DROPS OF DIAMOND GLITTER
ON FIELDS OF VIOLET GLASS
TURNING TO EMERALDS I CONSIDER
THE COMMON GREEN OF GRASS
 
THE MIST OF A FOREST
IN THE MORNING AMBER SUN
AN EQUAL IN AWE
TO WHICH THERE IS NONE
 
AND ALL THIS SPLENDOR DOESN'T COMPARE
WITH THE BEAUTY OF HIS FACE
FROM ONLY HIS MIND ALL THINGS WERE THOUGHT OF
AND CAME TO BE WITH HIS LOVE AND GRACE

I LET MY THOUGHTS
MOMENTS OF MOTION
IN TIME
PRESENT THE NOTION
 
OF A LANGUAGE
CALLED "THE WAY OF THINGS"
READ IN FEELINGS
THE HEART BRINGS
 
FROM MY EYES
WHEN NOT CAST UPON WRITTEN WORD
FROM MY EARS
WHEN NOT OPEN TO VOICES HEARD
 
BUT FROM AN EARTH
WHOSE BEAUTY IN ANCIENT OF DAYS
RESONATES WITH MY SOUL
AND SPEAKS IN REVERENT WAYS
 

 
A RIVER FLOWS
NOTHING IT KNOWS
FOR IT HAS NO MIND
 
YET, A RIVER FLOWS
BLIND OF WHAT COMES AND GOES
OR WHAT IT'S LEFT BEHIND
 
BUT THE RIVERS GLARE
IS BEAUTIFUL TO ME
IN "THE WAY OF THINGS"
SPOKEN TO ME
 
 
 
THE GRASS GROWS
TO COMPOSE
A SYMPHONY OF VARIOUS GREEN ART
 
THE GRASS GROWS
YET HAS NO FEELINGS IN THOSE
LITTLE BLADES VOID OF HEART
 
BUT THESE BLADES BARE
GREAT BEAUTY TO ME
IN "THE WAY OF THINGS"
SPOKEN TO ME

ROCKS PLACED IN ROWS
STITCH THE AUTUMN RED ROSE
FIELDS INTO A WHOLE
 
SO LOVELY THEY ENCLOSE
THE GRANDEUR THEY EXPOSE
YET THEY HAVE NO SOUL
 
BUT THESE ROCKS EVERYWHERE
ARE BEAUTIFUL TO ME
IN "THE WAY OF THINGS"
SPOKEN TO ME

THE WIND BLOWS
LIKE A PHANTOM IT SHOWS
NOTHING, YET ONE MAY HEAR IT
 
THE WIND BLOWS
LIKE FINE THREAD THROUGH TREES IT SEWS
BUT IT HAS NO SPIRIT
 
THIS THING IN THE AIR
IS BEAUTIFUL TO ME
IN "THE WAY OF THINGS"
SPOKEN TO ME

THE EARTH SPEAKS TO ME
NOT WITH WORD
NOR WITH A VOICE
HAVE I EVER HEARD
 
FOR THE LANGUAGE OF SHINE
FROM THE SKIES
IS A CRESCENT MOON
IN MY EYES
 
THE LANGUAGE OF RAIN ON MY FACE
FROM ABOVE
IS WRITTEN WITHIN
KNOWING BEAUTY AND LOVE
 
AND THE EARTH'S BEAUTY STANDS
IN THE HANDS
OF SPIRITS AND MINDS
 
FOR THE EARTH'S BEAUTY STARTS
IN THE SOULS AND HEARTS
IT FINDS
 
IN THIS I MUST EXPRESS
"THE WAY OF THINGS"
BY A SHORT PRAYER
THE LORD BRINGS
 
"BLESSED ARE THOSE
AWARE TO DECLARE
BEAUTY BEHOLDEN TO SEE
 
FOR BEAUTY WITHOUT
BEHOLDERS TO SEE
WOULD HAVE NO REASON TO BE............"

THE MOON OF THE NIGHT
IT PUTS FOURTH LIGHT
JUST LIKE MY DREAMS
IT SEEMS
 
FOR THE MOON AND MY DREAMS
THEY STEAL MY FRIGHT
AND REPLACE
A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT
 
YET DREAMS OF DESIRE
FROM INNER FIRE
ONLY THOSE WHO LOVE
CONCEIVE
 
AND THE MOONS LIGHT
STILL SPLITS THE NIGHT
ASIDE WHAT WHO
BELIEVES...

THE IMAGE OF A FACE
IS THE FOCUS OF REFLECTION
IN THE DETECTION
OF THE EYE
 
IT'S BETWEEN THE TINT BASE
AND SHADE INFLECTION
OF A SPIRITS SELECTION
TO A TRIFLE SHY
 
OF EITHER EXTREME
AS THOUGH IT WOULD SEEM
ALL BUT A DREAM
TO DIE
 
BUT WHAT IS LIFE?
AND WHY?
 
THE TIME AT HAND
WITH DEMAND IT MUST
COMMAND EVERY SOUL
TO DUST
 
TAKE THEM APART
BEFORE THEY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE
AND MAKE THEM PART
OF A BLUE STAR
 
WHAT "IS NOT"
IF "IS" BE
TO ALL BUT ONE
A MYSTERY
 
ONLY ONE WILL EVER KNOW ALL
WILL EVER SEE
ENIGMATIC CREATOR
IS HE
 
BUT WHY?
ONLY ONE CAN ANSWER.

I SIT IN THE DARK
AND WRITE MY LIGHT
WITH ONLY A DIM REFLECTION
OF MY PERCEPTION
OF THE LORD
 
WANDERING SCRIBBLE IN RHYME
PONDERING THE WAY TIME
SOFTENS THE ROUGH EDGES OF PAIN
THE WAY THUNDER SUBMITS TO RAIN
WHO CAN AFFORD

A COPPER FOR THE BOATMAN
WHEN LIFE ON STYX BECOMES THE FIX
I CAN NOT COMPREHEND
HOW STORMS HEAR THE WIND
SAY
 
BEGIN MY NIGHT LIGHT FRIEND
NOW OVER, CLOSE WITH AN END
FOR LIFE UNDER GOD'S BREATH
WRAPPED IN SIN AND DEATH
SO GREY
 
MUST FOR A TIME EXIST
FOR FREE-WILL TO PERSIST
BECAUSE A CERTAIN SERPENT HISSED
A LIE IN THE MIST
ONE DAY
 
TO INNOCENCE THAT FELL
GIVING CHOICE FOR HELL
BELIEVING A LIE
CHOOSING TO DIE
SO TO BE LIKE GOD
 
HIGH AND MIGHTY
THEY BELIEVED
HAD THEY GRIEVED
ONCE DECEIVED
BY THE GREAT FRAUD?
 
ALL THE HEAVENS CAN REJOICE
FOR HEAVENLY PEACE IS KEPT BY CHOICE
NOT BY FORCE
OF COURSE
IN HEAVEN, THERE ARE NO FLAWS
 
THAT'S WHY IT'S NICE
IN PARADISE
AND HARD ON EARTH
YET, MUCH WORTH
THE PRICE FOR HEAVENLY LAWS
 
BUT SINCE THE CREATOR COULD TELL
THOSE SOULS FATED TO HELL
WHY DID HE CREATE
THOSE WHO WOULD CHOOSE TO HATE
OR DID HE DRAW STRAWS
 
FOR THOSE?
ONLY HE KNOWS!

FOR LIFE I WONDER WHAT'S THE REASON
TO ACCEPT EVERY SEASON
AND WILLINGLY CHASE THE WIND
SPEEDILY AWAITING MY END
 
I TRY
TO BE SEEN OF GODS EYE
A TREASURE
A PLEASURE
 
AND KNOW THE ORDER
OF PLEASURE AND PAIN
TRY NOT TO SELF EXPLAIN
TAKE LIFE AS A SENSE TO REMAIN
 
I SEEK WHAT MUST BE FIRST
LET THE LAST BE LAST
PONDER NOT OF THE FUTURE
DWELL NOT OF THE PAST
 
BE NOT BLIND
AND CONTENT WITH IGNORANCE
USE MY MIND
AND WORK WITH DILIGENCE
 
BEING GOOD NOT ONLY ON A CERTAIN DAY OF THE WEEK
HOLD MY FRUSTRATION KNOWING MY LIFE IS AN ILLUSION
CONTINUE IN THE DREAM KNOWING AWAKE IS WHAT I SEEK
FORGIVING ONE AND EVERY SINGLE INTRUSION
 
MAKE THE RESPONSIBLE DECISION
USE THE VISION
 
WORK BEFORE PLAY
LETTING NO SIN DESTROY
MY STRAINING WITHOUT REWARD
WHILE SUFFERING THE WORLD WITH JOY
 
I WONDER OF IT ALL
YET KNOW NOT EXACTLY WHY
 
CAN I BE PERFECT?
AND LIVE IN THE NOW?
 
HOW?
 
CHRIST.

IS AND IT ISN'T
WET BUT DRY
WAS BUT WASN'T
ACCEPT, BUT DENY
 
LEFT IS RIGHT
OUT BUT IN
BEGINNING AND THE END
WITHOUT AND WITHIN
 
PERFECT
AND ETERNALLY ENIGMATIC
YET SIMPLE AND MISTAKEN
CALM AND DRAMATIC
 
WRONG BUT RIGHT
DELIVERED AND DECEIVED
DARK YET LIGHT
DOUBTED AND BELIEVED
 
WILL BE BUT WON'T
GONE BUT THERE
DIFFERENT AND THE SAME
KEEP BUT SHARE
 
THE WAY OUT IS THE WAY IN
BOTH, YET NEITHER
SYMBOLIC, YET LITERAL
NONE, YET EITHER
 
ME BUT YOU
DAY BUT NIGHT
ALL SEEMS TRUE
IF THE WORDS ARE TWISTED JUST RIGHT

All mortal shells bid farewells,
 
CHORUS: Destiny beckons to dust;
All mortal shells bid farewells
To the dust, they must
 
But the spirit
Oh the spirit, it flys
The spirit, can you hear it
It cries, oh it cries
 
Caught in the winds of morality
Shot through the night, up into the light
Taken to another reality
Does it feel right, or is it fright?
 
All mortal shells bid farewells,
 
CHORUS: Destiny beckons to dust;
All mortal shells bid farewells
To the dust, they must
 
Are you forgiven stranger
Of all the things you're to blame?
When the man in white takes a look in the book
There, will He find your name?
 
The tongues of angels in rhythm and rhyme
Will sing and dance of your reward
In a chorus with the winds of shadow and time
If the answer is yes to the Lord
 
All mortal shells bid farewells,
 
CHORUS: Destiny beckons to dust;
All mortal shells bid farewells
To the dust, they must
 
But wow unto those
Who always chose
never to care
To repent
 
Their eternal shame
Will only compare
With the pain
Of the place they're sent

Beneath the altar
All we Saints wait
While our blood stains
On the earth
Declares our fate
 
He that hath an ear
Let him hear
We see
Not many
Have ears
 
He that hath an Eye
Let him see
We sigh
Not many
have eyes
 
As we wait
For those who are late
To be given another chance to turn
 
Opened up is hells gate
Upon many seals its fate
But not until the remnant’s word is heard
 
I never knew you
Will be said to some
Can I imagine who they are?
 
Depart from my sight
Will be said to some
Do I know any of those?

THERE IS WHAT IS
 
AND THERE IS
WHAT IS NOT
BECAUSE OF THE ABSENCE
OF WHAT IS
 
YET
WHAT IS
IS NOT BECAUSE OF
WHAT IS NOT
IS NOT
 
WHAT IS
IS ONLY BECAUSE THERE IS
WHAT IS

ALPHA, OMEGA
CARS IN A TRAIN
ON THE TRACK OF TIME
THAT WILL ALWAYS REMAIN
 
'TIS SO ODD
THE SHAPE OF THE TRACK
BEING A CIRCLE
THAT COMES RIGHT BACK.........................

WHY DO THEY SPIN
AND CIRCLE AGAIN
WHAT IS THEIR SOURCE
THE UNKNOWN FORCE
 
THEY'RE QUITE ALIKE
YET SO FAR
THE PLANETS WE'RE ON
THE ATOMS WE ARE
 
INIGMATIC
ETERNAL SPERES
FAITHFULLY FOLLOWING
UNSEEN GEARS
 
THIER PASSION IS HUMBLE
THEY QUIETLY MUMBLE
"WHICH IS GREATER
CREATION...OR CREATOR?"

IS LIFE A DREAM
THAT AWAKES WITH DEATH
IS DEATH REBIRTH
OR NOTHING LEFT
 
WHAT IS REAL
AND WHAT IS NOT
I THINK ITS REAL
IF ITS THOUGHT ...

WHAT IS REAL
WHEN LIFE TURNS INTO A DREAM
WHAT IS TANGIBLE
WHEN IT MAY SEEM
 
THAT NORMAL HAS
NO DEFINITION
BECAUSE THE PLACE YOU'RE AT IS AN APPARITION
AND THERE IS NO PARTITION
 
BETWEEN DAY AND NIGHT
WRONG AND RIGHT
BLACK AND WHITE
DIM AND BRIGHT
 
AND LIFE SEEMS TO BE A HAZY THING
WITH NO MEANING AT ALL
WHEN THE FLOOR CRAWLS
 
WHEN PAINTINGS BECOME WINDOWS TO OTHER WORLDS
BECAUSE THERE ARE NO DOORS
ON FALLEN WALLS
 
AND WHEN EVERY DECISION
MAKES NO SINCE
AND HAS NO CONSEQUENCE
 
BECAUSE THERE IS NO DIVISION
BETWEEN HUMANITY
AND INSANITY
 
FOR SOMETHING IS OUT THERE
BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS
HOW NEAR, OR HOW FAR
 
AND THE ONLY REAL THING
YOU THINK YOU MIGHT KNOW
IS SIMPLY THAT YOU ARE

I CAN NEVER DECIDE
IF IT'S THE FINAL RIDE
IF THERE'S AN OUTSIDE
OF MY MIND
 
AND I ASK MYSELF WHILE INSIDE
CAN I CONFIDE
ANOTHER LIFE PUT ASIDE
TO LEAVE THIS ONE BEHIND ?
 
IS IT A ONE WAY TICKET TOUR
OF DUST TO DUST, I'M NOT SURE
 
WHAT WILL APPEAR
OR DISAPPEAR ?
WILL I LIVE ON ?
 
WILL THE EXISTENCE OF FEAR
AND THE CURIOSITY TO EXPLORE
STAY WITH ME WHEN I'M GONE

WILL I DISCOVER
AND UNCOVER
WITH NEW EYES OF SEEING
 
ABOUT WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I AM
WHAT I WILL DO
AND WHAT IS TRUE ABOUT 'BEING' ?

AS THE NIGHT BURNS SHORT
MY SHIP NEARS THE SHORE
COULD IT BE A PORT
RETURNING ME WHERE I WAS BEFORE ?
 
WHAT STRANGE IMAGES WILL I IGNORE
AND WHICH OF THESE WILL I REDEEM ?
THESE IMAGES THAT FADE
UPON THE DEATH OF MY DREAM

AM I ANYMORE FAITHLESS
THAN THOSE THAT FEAR BEING DEAD
FEARING THE MOMENT MY DREAM DIES
 
IN THOSE REMAINING MINUTES
AS I TOSS AND TURN IN BED
BEFORE I OPEN MY EYES

WHAT MUST IT BE LIKE
TO BE A LEAF?
 
FOR RELATIONSHIPS
TO NEVER BOTHER
NOT EVEN A MOTHER
OR FATHER
 
TO KNOW NOTHING EXCEPT TO BE
TO EXIST IS THE MEANING OF LIFE
TO FEEL WIND AND RAIN, BUT NEVER SEE
TO NEVER HAVE A HUSBAND OR WIFE
 
TO BE A LEAF
 
TO ALWAYS BE IN ONE MOOD
AND NEVER FEEL THE EMOTION OF LOVE, OR PAIN
TO FEEL THE WARMTH OF THE SUN, AS FOOD
TO BE IN ONE PLACE, AND ALWAYS REMAIN
 
THE LIFE OF A LEAF
 
TO NEVER FEEL THE BEAUTY
OF A HUG
TO BE CHEWED UPON
BY A BUG
 
I WONDER WHAT IT MUST BE LIKE
TO BE A LEAF...

IS THE TRUTH DEFINED
IS IT THE SAME OR CHANGED
IS IT NEW OR ROTTEN
 
THE SEEING ARE BLIND
A DEAF MAN MUMBLED
THE TRUTH IS TOTALLY FORGOTTEN

SOME THINK AND REMEMBER
OTHERS MAKE THINGS HAPPEN
OPPOSING AND ATTRACTING FORCES
COINCIDENCES AND CONTRADICTIONS
 
LIFE IS EXPERIENCE
EXPERIENCE IS LEARNING
LEARNING IS TAUGHT
THE TEACHER IS LIFE

THOSE BEAUTY DREAMS THAT NEVER DIE
A SOUL REDEEMS IN THE EYE
THOSE RIVERS THAT RUN DEEP
KEEP IN THE SLEEP
AND WHEN OVERFLOW WEEP
 
ONTO THE DRY SKIN
OF AGED MEN
AWAITING AN END TO THE DAY
AN END TO THE IMMORTAL PASSIONS THEY SAY
THAT CEASE TO WANE AWAY
 
THOSE DREAMS THAT NEVER DIE
THEY TRAGICALLY DEFY
WHAT MEN TRY, THEY SAY
TO MAKE THEM GO AWAY
THROUGH THE MANY NIGHTS THEY PRAY
 
BUT THOSE DREAMS REFUSE
UNTIL THEY TAKE AND USE
THE MAN'S LAST BREATH AWAY
UNTIL THE FINAL DYING DAY
SO THEY SAY
 
THOSE IMMORTAL DREAMS
THAT REFUSE TO DIE

I EMBARK UPON A JOURNEY
TO PARADISE, IN MY MIND
LEAVING THIS WORLD
BEHIND
 
TO A PLACE WHERE ALL
IS IRRELEVANT
WHERE BEAUTY AND LOVE
ARE PREVALENT
 
A LAND WHERE ALL MY DREAMS
COME TRUE
A LAND WHERE
EVERYTHING IS NEW
 
I FIND THE GATE
BY THE FIRST STAR ON THE RIGHT
I NEVER MISS
ITS WARM GLOWING LIGHT
 
AND IMMEDIATELY THROUGH IT
RUNS THE RIVER OF LOVE
HIGHLIGHTED BY ANGELS
FLYING ABOVE
 
WITH THE MOUNTAINS OF MIST
AHEAD IN PLAIN VIEW
A DEFINITE DIRECTION
TO PURSUE
 
MEADOWS, AND LUSH
GREEN PARIES
FILLED WITH PIXIES
AND SMALL WINGED FAIRIES
 
THEY WAVE TO ME AND SAY "HI"
AS I FLY BY
SOARING HIGH
UP IN THE SKY
 
SCATTERING THE LANDS
ARE GEMS OF MANY SHAPES
SPARKLING LIKE GOLDEN SANDS
UPON CRYSTAL LANDSCAPES
 
AND THE WONDROUS LIGHT I SWIM IN
UNTIL I DROWN
IN THE SKY ABOVE
AND ALL AROUND
 
I WON'T FORGET, EITHER
THE HARMONIOUS MUSICAL SOUND
WHERE FLOWERS AND TREES ARE ALLOWED TO SING
IN THE VALLEY OF HALLOWED GROUND
 
SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PLACE IT IS
THAT I OFTEN GO TO
IF YOU'D LIKE, THE NEXT TIME I TAKE THE HIKE
I'LL TAKE YOU ALONG TOO...

SPIRITS REST ABOARD
AN ANCIENT GALLEY
SOULS DRIFTING ACROSS A SEA
TO THE ENCHANTED EAGLE VALLEY
 
THERE, THEY GO TO SEE
THE SPIRIT OF THE EAGLE FLY
TO SEE WHAT THEY HEARD, OF THE MYSTICAL BIRD
IN THE RED AND YELLOW SKY
 
THERE IN EAGLE VALLEY
WARM IS THE WINTER SNOW
THERE IN EAGLE VALLEY
SPRINGTIME FLOWERS GLOW
 
BEING DOWN IN THAT VALLEY
THERE IS PLEASURE IN WATCHING THE WATER FLOW
IT'S VERY NICE, JUST ON THE SOUTHERN SIDE OF PARADISE
IT'S A PLACE ALL SPIRITS MUST GO

ALL LOOKS JUST THE SAME AT DAY
AS IT DOES AT NIGHT
EXCEPT FOR THE COLORS
THAT ARRIVE WITH THE MORNING LIGHT
 
COLORS THAT COME OUT TO PLAY
CAN BE SEEN
LIKE THE 3 SHADES OF GREEN
ON THE TREE OF BEAN
 
THE PURPLE FLOWER VINES
THAT COVER THE HOUSE
BEHIND MY OWN
 
THE BLACK LOOMING POWER LINES
CITY VINES THAT PUT A DOWSE
ON BEAUTY, FOR THE CONVENIENCE OF PHONE
 
AT LEAST WHITE SILVER IN PUDDLES
COVER DULL CONCRETE, NO DOUBT
ALTHOUGH NOTHING ELSE BRILLIANT
STANDS OUT
 
THE SMELL OF WATER IN THE AIR
SUCH THINGS
AS THE CRISP SENSATION UPON MY SKIN
EVERY MORNING BRINGS
 
YET, CITIES ARE WHAT THEY ARE
NO MATTER THE TIME OF DAY
WITH BOXES PEOPLE LIVE IN
WHERE GREY CEMENT AND ROAD COVER THE WAY
 
WOOD SIDING AND STUCCO ON EVERY BOX
SHINGLES TAR AND WOOD ON THEIR TOPS
METAL BARS ON WINDOWS WITH LOCKS
BRICKS AND BEAMS ABOVE THE DOOR STOPS
 
AND THE DREADED FENCES
DIVIDING FAMILIES FROM ONE ANOTHER
A WORD CALLED "PRIVACY"
STEALING A TRUTH IN SISTER AND BROTHER
 
TRAGIC HOW ONE EVIL RAPES
GOOD, BY SEWING FEAR IN ALL
NOW FROM LINES TO SHAPES
A TABLE AND BUCKETS SET NEXT TO THE HOUSE WALL
 
A GARDEN HOSE CAUGHT UP
IN THE UNMOWED GRASS
STREWN IN THE STREET
LIE BITS OF BROKEN GLASS
 
THE BRICK SHACK OUT BACK
THE BROWN GRASS AND WEEDS
MORNING SHADOWS RETAIN THEIR BLACK
UNTIL THE HEAT OF DAY BLEEDS
 
A LARGE PINE IN THE DISTANCE
TOWERS ABOVE THE REST, SO TALL
A KING OVER OTHER TREES
ANTENNAS, POLES, BUILDINGS AND ALL
 
AND WITH LINES
FIVE LEAF PATTERNS I SEE
THICK, WIDE, SKINNY, LONG, THIN
UPON THE SIDEWALK SQUARES BELOW ME
 
THE LEAVES LIE DEAD
FROM BRUSH AND FOLIAGE UNKEPT
UPON THE SIDEWALK
UNSWEPT
 
AMONG MAN MADE TREES, THOSE
TELEPHONE POLE
A SINGLE PREGNANT WOMEN IN LOOSE FIT CLOTHES
TAKES A MORNING STROLL
 
AND ALL THIS WHILE
AN ATTIC VENT SPINS IN THE WIND
AND ALL THIS
WHILE TIME SPINS NEAR THE END
 
AND SO HEAR IT IS
ME SITTING ON MY ROOF
IN A LAND OF MANY PLOTS
 
DESCRIBING A MORNING IN THE CITY
MIXED ASIDE
WITH A FEW OF MY SCATTERED THOUGHTS

ART IS
THE BLUE GLOW
OF WINTER BRANCHES
COVERED IN SNOW
 
ART IS REVEALED
IN THE AMBER FIELD OF WHEAT
ART IS DISCOVERING BEAUTY
IN THE LEAVES COVERING YOUR FEET
 
IT'S THE ORIGIN OF STYLE
THE ACT OF AWE
A MYSTERIOUS SMILE
ART IS THE LAW
 
OF THE REFLECTION
OF PERCEPTION
AS SEEN THROUGH THE MINDS EYE
 
IT CAN BE AN OBSESSION
OF EXPRESSION
SEARCHING TO ANSWER WHY
 
ART TURNS WALK
TO DANCE
AND TALK
TO ROMANCE
 
IT TURNS SPEECH INTO SONG
WORDS INTO RHYME
IT MAKES RHYTHM A STRONG
POWER OF TIME
 
IT'S A LANGUAGE
OF NO RIGHT OR WRONG
IT'S THE CONVEYED MESSAGE
OF A SONG
 
IT MAY BE A LIE
THAT ONE PERCEIVES
MAYBE A LIE
THE ARTIST BELIEVES
 
FOR IT REVEALS
A PART
OF WHAT THE ARTIST FEELS
IN THE HEART
 
YET, THE MORE TRUE IT IS
TO THE VISION OF THE HEART
WHETHER BLACK OR BRIGHT THAT HEART MAY BE
IT'S HONEST PURITY MAKES IT ART

BEAUTY LIES IN THE EYES
BEAUTY CIRCLES THE EARS
BEAUTY HAS A SCENT
BEAUTY SHINES IN TEARS
 
BEAUTY IS THE WARM SUMMER DAY
OR MELTING SNOW
BEAUTY IS THE WANDERERS WAY
THE MOONS GLOW
 
ITS A SECRET TO SOME
A GRAND MYSTERY UNKNOWN
YET SIMPLE TO THE SIMPLE
SOMETHING ALWAYS KNOWN
 
SEEKERS SEEK TO KNOW IT
POETS WRITE TO FEEL IT
ARTIST PAINT TO SHOW IT
BUT THE GREEDY ATTEMPT TO STEAL IT
 
ITS DELICATE
ITS CRUDE, BUT TRIES
ITS SWEET AND GENTLE
ITS AN ELEPHANT ADMIRING BUTTERFLIES
 
BEAUTY IS A BRIGHT HUMOR
IT'S A WARM AND KIND HEART
BEAUTY IS THE PURPOSE OF GOD
THE REASON HE CHOSE TO CREATE FROM THE START
 
ITS PUPPIES AND KITTENS AT PLAY
ITS THE ACT OF GIVING
LOVE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I SAY
THAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING

SOLITUDE
DEEPENS THE LINES ON THE FACE
AND YIELDS A BRISK PACE
 
SOLITUDE
MAKES ONE ASK WHY
AND ONE TO CRY
 
WHO WRENCHES THE SIDES
BRINGING WATER TO EYES
LIKE A SPONGE
LIQUID SORROW WHEN ONE CRIES
 
IMAGINARY FRIENDS
I HAD AS A CHILD
REFLECTIONS OF MYSELF
PASSIVE AND MILD
 
IN THE MIRROR
I LOOKED UPON A FRIEND
THOSE TIMES WHEN ALL I HAD
WAS THE TOUCH OF WIND
 
LONELINESS
MAKES HOTTER THE FLAME
FURY THE NAME
AND SHARPER THE STONE
THAT GLARES FROM FORLORN EYES
 
LONELINESS
MAKES ALL THINGS THE SAME
SO THE WILD BECOME TAME
WHEN ONE IS ALONE
A PIERCING GLARE IS IN THE EYES
 
ALONE
EMPTY AND VOID
ARE FOUND
WHEN TRIED TO AVOID
 
ALONE
THE STILL SILENCE
IS A SPIRITUAL BATTLE
OF TORMENT IN SUBTLE VIOLENCE
 
LONELINESS
SOLITUDE
ALONE

LOVE IS TO GIVE
NOT TAKE
LOVE'S REWARD
IS IT'S OWN SAKE
 
WITH SOME IT IS CALM
THROUGH THE YEARS
WITH OTHERS
IT TREMBLES IN TEARS
 
AND THOUGH IT APPEARS
TO BRING MUCH PAINFUL ACHE
DOWN THE MISERABLE ROAD
OF HEARTBREAK
 
IT TRANSCENDS ALL FEARS
IN A WAKE
IN THE LAKE
OF LIFE
 
IT'S A PASSIONATE BEAUTY
AN EAGLES WINGS
AN ANGELS DUTY
AND IT SINGS
 
THE SONG OF A JOYFUL SOUL
IT REDEEMS
IT MAKES THE LONELY WHOLE
AND IT DREAMS
 
OF HEAVEN, ITS HOME
AND FINAL AWARD
 
TO BE WITH ITS FATHER
THE HOLY LORD....

THERE'S A SMALL CHILD NOBODY LOVE'S
AN OLD TOOL IN THE SHED NO ONE USE'S
A SWEATER MADE THAT'S NEVER WORN
A FOOD THAT EVERYONE REFUSES
 
A LAKE NEVER SWAM IN
A MOUNTAIN NEVER CLIMBED
A STREET NO ONE WALKS ON
A BELL NEVER CHIMED
 
IT BURNS, IT BITES
TO BE REJECTED
AN ODD FORM OF PAIN
TO BE NEGLECTED
 
IT'S STILL, QUIET, AND SAD
AND SPAWNS A BREAKING APART
VICTIMS HURT THEMSELVES TRYING TO FIGHT IT
WHEN THEY HAVE BROKEN HEARTS
 
IT'S THE SILENT RAGE
THAT I SPEAK OF
IT SHOWS US THE NEEDY CHILDREN WE ALL ARE
FOR NO ONE CAN DEMAND LOVE
 
BUT EVERYONE NEEDS IT....

I GO GENTLE AND SILENT
WITH SOFT STEPS IN THE HALL
GLIDING WITH THE SHADES OF SHADOW
ON THE WALL
 
I OPEN THE DOORS
ON LEFT AND RIGHT
WILLING TO GO ON
PAST DOORS OF ILL IN NIGHT
 
LETTING GO OF SO MANY
MOVING TO THE END
I REMEMBER ONE IN PARTICULAR
SUCH A PASSIONATE FRIEND
 
WONDERING IN A PIECE OF MY HEART
ALWAYS IN WONDER WILL I BE
OF THESE SOULS OF WHICH I AM A PART
WHEN I'M APART, OH HOW SHE
 
IS ONE WITH ME
A CERTAIN WOMAN BEHIND ONE OF THE DOORS
SOFTLY HELD AND RELEASED AWAY
IN THE WIND AN EAGLE SOARS
 
SO ALONE, YET HIGH
THOUGH BLIND
WHAT OTHER DOORS I DREAD
TO LEAVE BEHIND
 
DOORS IN MY MIND
IMAGES OF DAYS YET IN DAWNS BREATH
ALWAYS A CHILD GROWING
ALWAYS A PIECE OF DEATH
 
STRUCK ON CORDS WITHIN
FOR ALONE I LEAVE AND ARRIVE
AND THOUGH I STRIVE
A SWEET TUNE WHILE ALIVE
 
I HARP MADNESS IN SONG
WITH FINGERS OF BONE THAT BLEED
CRYING TO MY LORD EVERY MORN'
WHAT I THINK I NEED
 
AND LEFT ASIDE
WITH SALTY GRIEF AND FEARS
WONDERING THE REASON FOR IT ALL
 
WRAPPED UP IN THE PACKAGE OF MY TEARS
IN THE ESSENCE OF MY YEARS
IT HURTS TO STUMBLE AND FALL

WHEN THAT FEELING FILLS THE AIR AT TIMES
FOR STRANGE REASONS UNKNOWN, I THRIVE
TO CONSULT TO WORDS IN SIMPLE RYMES
ACCOUNTING FOR THOUGHTS IN MY SEASONS ALIVE
 
AS THOSE ANCESTORS WHO ETCHED PICTURES ON CAVE WALLS
WITH PIECES OF SHARP EDGED BONE
JOTTING DOWN SYMBOLS
THROUGH MANY HOURS OF CARVING IN STONE
 
WHAT COMPELLED THEM TO LEAVE SOMETHING BEHIND
WHY DID THEY NOT WANT TO BE FORGOTTEN
WHY DID THEY WANT TO BE REMEMBERED WHEN THEY WOULD BE GONE
WITH BODIES THEY KNEW WOULD ONE DAY BE ROTTEN
 
WHY DID THEY WANT THE PRESENT
OF MANY DAYS TO REMAIN
SO MUCH AS TO KEEP IT UNTO THEM ETERNAL
EVEN IF THEY HELD PAIN
 
WHY DID THEY THINK THINGS HAD TO BE PERMANENT
TO COUNT FOR SOMETHING
WHY DID THINGS HAVE TO COUNT FOR ANYTHING?
 
FOGGY RUINS OF TIME
AGED
ANCIENT LANDS
OF MOUNTAINS TURNED TO SANDS
 
MYSTERIES OF TIMES BEFORE
WE WILL NEVER KNOW
TO FULFILL OUR CURIOSITY OF THINGS UNSEEN
WE PLACE SOMETHING WHERE NOTHING EXISTS
 
BUT GIVING NAMES IS NOT UNDERSTANDING
 
WHY COMPELED WERE THEY TO EXPLAIN
WHAT WERE THE MEANINGS OF UNGLY AND BEAUTY, LOVE AND HATE ---
WHY DID THEIR EXPLANATIONS HAVE TO REMAIN
WHY DID THEY WISH NOT TO DESTROY, BUT CREATE
 
THEY DID AS I DO
 
DESIREING TO RELATE
TO GENERATIONS NEVER SEEN
ABOUT WHAT LIFE COULD MEAN
 
WE
ARE A STRANGE BREED
CAVE PAINTERS AND I
WORKING TO LEAVE OUR SEED
 
WHEN SOMEONE ELSE DIES, THEY ARE GONE FOREVER
WHO WAS THE FIRST TO SAY BEING DEAD WOULD BE
WHEN THE SELF WOULD DIE, RATHER IT WOULD LIVE
FOR IT WAS THE WORLD THAT WOULD DIE FOR HE

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY
TO THE WOMAN I AM VERY FOND OF
THINGS MAY NOT BE GOING OUR WAY
BUT NOTHING IS BEYOND LOVE
 
WHEN COMES THE NIGHT, OPEN YOUR EYES
AND CHOOSE IN THE SKY
A SINGLE STAR
 
CHOOSE ONE BRIGHT, UNTIL THE SUNRISE
NO NEED TO CRY
MORNING IS NOT FAR
 
THE EDGE OF ETERNITY IS A SMILE
YOU WILL KNOW IT WHEN YOU'RE THERE
JUST WAIT FOR A LITTLE WHILE
FOR THE FATHER TO ANSWER YOUR PRAYER
 
AND HE WILL
WATCH, WAIT, AND SEE
THE WHEELS OF TIME ARE ALWAYS IN SPIN
WEAVING THE THREADS OF DESTINY
 
WAIT THIS DAY
AND SEE MY LOVE
HAVE FAITH I SAY
IN THE FATHER ABOVE.................

IF LANGUAGE
COULD BE FELT
FROM INSIDE
 
THEN A BARRIER
WOULDN'T EXIST
 
IF COMMUNICATION
WORKED
IF PEOPLE LISTENED
 
THEN A BARRIER
WOULDN'T EXIST
 
IF THE ASPECTS
OF LIFE
COULD BE CONCEIVED
 
THEN A BARRIER
WOULDN'T EXIST
 
IF WE WERE AT
PEACE WITH GOD
THEN CONFUSION
WOULDN'T PERSIST

THE ESSENCE OF MY DREAMS
LIFETIMES
ON THE FINGERTIPS
OF NIGHT
 
THE FLAMES OF MY HEART
ALL MY LOVE
LIVES IN THE DAY
OF LIGHT
 
THE THOUGHTS OF MY MIND
LIKE STARS
IN A DISTANT GALAXY
SHINING BRIGHT
 
THE PLACE OF MY SOUL
IN TIME
BEFORE AND BEYOND
ANY SIGHT
 
AND HERE I SIT
IN POETRY
ABOUT THE SPIRIT
I WRITE
 
OF BEING A LIFE
A SEPARATE LIGHT
LEARNING WHAT'S WRONG
WHAT'S RIGHT 

WALK A PACE
FROM PLACE TO PLACE
DIVIDE BY TWO
AND WHAT IS THE SPACE
 
HALF OF COURSE
THE ORIGINAL SOURCE
ETERNITY SEEMS
A SUBTLE FORCE
 
TAKE WHAT'S LEFT
AND REPEAT THE GAME
AND SO YOU WILL FIND
IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME
 
GRAB A DAY
AND MAKE IT AN HOUR
TIME IS ALSO
UNDER THE POWER
 
READ THESE WORDS
OF WISDOM TREASURED
ETERNAL IS ALL THAT
WHICH CAN BE MEASURED
 
HEED THE WORDS
OF WISDOM SAID
FOR WISDOM LIE
ETERNAL AHEAD

COLOR IS SOUND
AND ALL AROUND
FOR SOUND IS ROUND
COLOR UNBOUND
 
UNSEEN YOU ME
DIVINE ENTITY
WITH ALL AS BUT
PURE ENERGY
 
FOR ENERGY BE
THAT YOU CAN'T SEE
IN HIGHNESS OF
THE FREQUENCY
 
YET ROUND IS STILL ROUND
MOVING UNBOUND
BEING UNWOUND
TO THE COSMIC SOUND
 
REGARDLESS OF ME
FREQUENCY

WHY ENCHANTED
WITH DREAMS
AM I
 
THEY ARE BUT
THOUGHT
OF EMPTY SKY
 
SHOULD I ASK
I WONDER
WHY
 
OR SHOULD I BLUNTLY
PASS THEM
BY
 
ACCOUNT OF THEM
I SURELY
TRY
 
FOR LIFE I DREAM
I DON'T LET
DIE 

THE STICKY GOO OF SOUND
THE RIPPLING WAVES
UPON THE GROUND
AND TWISTED REALITY
I HAVE FOUND
IS ALL AROUND
ALL AROUND
 
MY FUNNY FINGERS
TRACE MY FACE
ODD THING
THE HUMAN RACE
DREAMS OF THOUGHT
IN TIME AND SPACE
WHAT A PLACE
IF IT IS A PLACE
 
THE DEW OF DAWN
A TENDER HUE
WHAT BE WILL
WHAT WILL I DO
WILL I KNOW
WHEN ONLY I'M THROUGH
IF ONLY I KNEW
IF I KNEW
 
STRANGE IT IS
TO BE AWARE
RECEIVE A BELIEF
TO MAKE A PRAYER
PARADOX IS
NOT SO RARE
SHOULD I CARE
IF I CARE
  
SITTING I LEAN
AGAINST A TREE
ITS BILLOWING LEAVES
THEY TELL ME
JUST BE FREE
THAT IS THE KEY
JUST LET BE
LET BE
 
IN A MIRROR
I SEE MY EYE
BLUE AS BLUE
A SUMMER SKY
BORN WE HERE
TO LIVE AND DIE
I WONDER WHY
WONDER WHY

HERE MIGHT NOT BE WHERE IT'S AT
IT ISN'T WHAT IT IS
ETERNAL, BUT HAVING BOUNDARIES
 
ENDLESS WITH A BEGINNING
WITHOUT A BEGINNING YET WITH AN END
HAVING BOTH, YET NEITHER
 
UNKNOWN IS A WORD, MAKING IT KNOWN
FAKE, BUT REAL
TRUTH, BUT A LIE
 
YES AND NO
RULES WITHOUT RULES
LAWFUL CHAOS
 
RANDOM AND ORDERLY PATTERNED
PERFECT FOLLY
ITS THE SAME, BUT DIFFERENT
 
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, I HAVE FAITH
I THOUGHT ABOUT THINKING BUT DECIDED NOT TO
I WONDER IF GREEN IS REALLY BLUE
 
I FORGOT SOMETHING I JUST REMEMBERED
I REFUSE TO MAKE A DECISION
MY QUESTION WAS AN ANSWER
 
 
I PUT A LIMIT ON LIMITATIONS
I REASONED WITH CONFUSION
I MADE SENSE OUT OF NONSENSE
 
I REMEMBERED THAT NOTHINGNESS
HAS A NAME
SO IT'S SOMETHING

ONCE YOU SEE
I FARED A SEA
FOR YOU MY LOVE
SO TRUE
ONLY FOR YOU
 
THEN CLIMBED AWAY
A MOUNTAIN A DAY
FOR YOU MY LOVE
SO TRUE
ONLY FOR YOU
 
I CAUGHT MY BREATH
FOR DUEL TO DEATH
FOR YOU MY LOVE
SO TRUE
ONLY FOR YOU
 
THEN STAGGERED THE SAND
OF A DESERT LAND
FOR YOU MY LOVE
SO TRUE
ONLY FOR YOU
 
WHEN I GOT BACK
I WAS ATTACKED
BY YOU MY LOVE
SO TRUE
WHY BY YOU?
 
BEEN GONE TOO LONG
SHOULD HAVE STAYED ALL ALONG
WITH YOU MY LOVE
SO TRUE
ONLY WITH YOU..................

HE STOOD ALONE
UNAWARE OF THE RAIN OVERHEAD
OVER A COLD GRANITE STONE
AND HE SAID
 
"OUR BOY HAS A CAREER JOB NOW
YOU WOULD BE PROUD
JAMES STILL BAKES AT THE CORNER STORE
AND THE NEIGHBORS MUSIC IS STILL TOO LOUD"
 
FOR HIS LAST YEARS
HE THOUGHT ABOUT HIS SUNDAY
THROUGH A STEADY FLOW OF TEARS
REMEMBERING HOW IT USED TO BE THE FUN DAY
 
HAGGARD WITH SORROW
LOVE SHINED IN HIS SOUL
PURE FROM YEARS OF SUFFERING PAIN
LIKE A DIAMOND MADE FROM COAL
 
AND A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY
AN ANGEL STOOD WITH HIS WIFE
SHE WONDERED WHAT WOULD BECOME
OF HER HUSBANDS LIFE
 
THEY LOOKED UPON HIM
ADMIRING THAT AGAIN HE CAME
TO GAZE UPON HER NAME
ETCHED IN STONE
 
FEEDING HIMSELF ON THE CRUMBS OF HIS MEMORIES
HIS ONLY BREATH
PRAYING TO GOD FOR THE MERCY OF DEATH
SO HE WILL NO LONGER HAVE TO BE ALONE
 
TENDERNESS IN EVERY LINE ON HIS FACE
SINCERITY IN HIS WEARY EYES
AWAITING GOD'S ANSWER
TO HIS FORLORN CRIES

IT'S SOMETHING I DO
TO FANTASIZE
THAT'S WHERE SHE IS TO BELONG
 
THERE'S NO REAL PLACE IN THE WORLD FOR US
I REALIZE
IN MY DREAMING I AM STRONG
 
THERE ARE NO HARSH WORDS
PAINFUL FEELINGS
OR TIMES OF HURTFUL SORROW
 
IN MY IMAGINATION
THE HIGHLIGHTS OF LIFE
ARE PRESENT, NOT TOMORROW
 
WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT A DREAM
I CARRY IT WITH ME
WHERE EVER I GO
 
WHEN MOST CRY, I RAISE AN EYEBROW
BECAUSE THERE IS A SECRET
I KNOW
 
WHAT MAKES LIFE REAL?
NO ONE KNOW'S
WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MATTER AND THOUGHT?
 
WORLD'S WITHIN AND WITHOUT I FEEL
AND IT SHOWS
IT WAS MY INVISIBLE FRIEND THAT TAUGHT
 
ME AS A CHILD
SHE SMILED, I LEARNED
AND NEVER FORGOT
 
THAT WORLD OF BEAUTY INSIDE
WHAT HAPPENS INSIDE IS MUCH GREATER FUN
WE DANCE BENEATH THE MIDNIGHT SUN
 
TO THE MUSIC OF A WINTER TIDE
DANCE FLOOR OF MISTY OCEAN AIR
SILVER CHARM OF DUST IN HER HAIR
 
WITH ME, THERE IS NO WAKING UP
FROM TEARS OF JOY
THE SONGS IN MY HEAD
THAT NEVER LEFT ME AS A BOY
 
IT'S SO EASY TO SLIP AWAY
ALL IT TAKES IS A CLOSE OF MY EYES
IT'S ALWAYS THERE TO STAY
MY MAGIC TO FANTASIZE

THERE IS NO DARK
ANYMORE
IT'S YOURS
FOR THE TAKING
 
ON THE CLEAR
AND MISTY SHORE
THE POWER'S OF DREAM
AWAKING
 
AND IN THE FAR
AND DISTANT ISLES
TEAR DROPS
ASCEND
 
MAKING MUSIC
IN THE AISLES
FROM THE SPIRIT
WITHIN
 
CHORUS
 
BE THE RULER
OF YOUR LAND
OH DREAMER
DREAM ON
 
FANTASY AT
YOUR COMMAND
DREAMER
DREAM ON
--------

DON'T YOU WORRY
ANYMORE
YOUR WORLD
IS HERE
 
WHILE YOUR EYES
STAY WISE
NO ONE
COMES NEAR
 
THE DREAMING LIFE
HAS MADE YOU KING
SO DREAMER
DREAM ON
 
GRANT THE WISH
OF A HAPPY THING
YOUR A KING
NOT A PAWN
 
CHORUS
 
BE THE RULER
OF YOUR LAND
OH DREAMER
DREAM ON
 
FANTASY AT
YOUR COMMAND
DREAMER
DREAM ON
--------

AND IN THE DAYS
OF HAPPINESS
YOUR DREAMS
WILL COME TRUE
 
AND WEARY TRIALS
BEAR TENDERNESS
DELIGHTFUL DREAMS
OF YOU

ITS JUST THE BEGINNING WITH HER
NOT THE END
SHE IS MY EVER PRESENT FRIEND
 
NO ONE KNOW'S HER BUT ME
SHE IS WELL APT
TO BLEND
 
A LOT OF TIME I SPEND
WITH HER
I MUST CONFER
 
BUT ITS TIME WELL WORTH SPENT
SHE IS EVERYTHING TO ME
I'M SURE
 
SHE IS MY PERFECT WOMAN
THAT LIVES LIKE THE WIND
MY LOVE THAT IS REAL,
 
I PRETEND

THE REALM OF IMAGINATION DWELLS
AT MY FINGERTIPS
WHEN I ALLOW THAT INSPIRATION SWELLS
IN BREATH, THROUGH MY LIPS
 
AND FILLS ME FULL, WITHIN
THAT I POUR MY SOUL OUT
ON PAPER, AND THEN BRING ABOUT
A RAIN UPON DROUGHT
 
A WINDOW TO MY MIND
SHOWS HEAVENS THERE, THAT I OWN
IN MY HEAVENS
I FLY ALONE
 
BECAUSE I'VE BEEN ALONE IN THIS WORLD
FOR SO LONG
MY VISION TO CREATE A MATE
TO FLY WITH ME, IS NO LONGER STRONG
 
WHAT EXISTS HERE THAT IS TRUE?
WHAT HAS LIFE GIVEN TO PURSUE, PAIN?
IF I STAY THIS WAY
I WILL VANISH LIKE SHADOWS BEFORE THE RAIN
 
IF I COULD SING, I WOULD
I'D GIVE THE WORLD IF I COULD
TO HAVE LOVE, TO BE THOUGHT OF
AND UNDERSTOOD
 
UNDERSTOOD....

AMONG ANCIENT STONE PILLARS
OF TEMPLE RUINS
WAS A SECRET CONCEALED
 
OF A FLOWER IN THE MEADOW
A LILY OF THE FIELD
THE CREATION OF A WOMAN UNTO ME REVEALED
 
ON THE SUMMIT OF MOUNT PARADISE
IN RAINBOW FIRES
UNDER A CRYSTAL RAIN AND SOFT ICE
AMIDST RUBY SPIRES
 
A WOMAN WAS FORGED
HER RAIMENT, A CHARITY OF SPLENDOR
UNTO THE WORLD SHE WAS TO GO
 
HER IMAGE WAS DREAMED UP FROM THE LORD
AND IT WAS AS HE ADORED
AS HIS SPIRIT WAS POURED, IT WAS SO
 
HEAT EMERGED FROM HER FORM
AND THE LORD SUMMONED UP A STORM
WHICH CAUGHT MANY ANGELS EYES
 
TAKING FLIGHT IN THE GALES
THEY DANCED WITH THE LIGHTNING
AND DASHING FROM THE LIGHTED SKIES
 
THEY GATHERED AROUND THE LORDS DREAM
HE BID THEM TO ASK A NEARBY STREAM
TO COOL HER WITH A WATERFALL
 
AND THE CLOUDS ABOVE COVERED THE VISION
TO POLISH HER WITH THEIR FINE PRECISION
THEN SHE WAS SENT DOWN A LIGHTED HALL
 
TO A SACRED ROOM WHERE SHE DID ENTER
AND WAS PLACED UPON THE CENTER
OF A HOLY SHRINE
 
HERE, THE LORD ADDED INGREDIENTS
TO COMPLETE HIS DESIGN
GIVING MANDATE TO THE ANGELS IN LINE
 
BRING ME AN AURA
OF SIXTEEN SOUTHERN STARS
BRING ME TWELVE TEARS OF JOY
IN GOLDEN GLASS JARS
 
BRING ME CHERUBIM AND SERAPHIM
TO SING THREE SONGS IN A BOWL
BRING ME TWO PRAYERS FROM SAINT TIM
TO TRIM HUMILITY IN HER SOUL
 
BRING ME A DROP
OF LIQUID LOVE
AND FINALLY, A SINGLE FEATHER
FROM A FLAWLESS DOVE
 
THEN HE BRUSHED HIS CREATION
WITH THE DOVE'S FEATHER
MELTING ALL THE INGREDIENTS
TOGETHER
 
BEAMS OF LIGHT SHOT FROM HIS EYES
PENETRATING HER HEART
GIVING HER THE WISDOM OF A CHILD'S MIND
 
THE LORD WAS PLEASED WITH HER SIGHT
KNOWING A CERTAIN MAN'S DELIGHT
AND THE JOY HE WOULD SOON FIND
 
THERE WAS SILENCE FOR A TIME
 
HER CREATOR PEACEFULLY SOFTENED HIS EYES
DONNED A SLIGHT SMILE
AND LIFTED HIS FINGER
WITH UNEQUALED STYLE
 
"A LITTLE EXTRA" HE SAID WITH A WINK
THEN HE TOUCHED HER
SHE TINGLED AND GLOWED IN BEAUTY
 
WHILE RASING HIS HAND
HE THUNDERED A COMMAND
FOR YET, ANOTHER DUTY
 
HE ORDERED THE WIND
TO PRESENT A GIFT LIKE NO OTHER
TO TAKE HER SPIRIT AND PLACE IT INSIDE
THE WOMB OF A FORTUNATE MOTHER
 
IN THE LANDS OF THE EARTH BELOW
WHERE SHE WOULD COME TO KNOW
A CERTAIN MAN
MEET THE DYNAMICS OF AN INTRICATE PLAN
 
AND ALL THIS WAS DONE
IN AGES PAST
WRITTEN UPON STONE FOR ME TO SEE
ANSWERING MY PRAYERS BEFORE THEY WERE EVER ASKED
 
OF ME

YOU MUST KNOW
HOW SHE USED TO BE
IN YOUTH, IN TRUTH
VOID OF FALLACY
 
AND CARE, KNOWING EVERY STRENGTH, WEAKNESS,
FAULT, AND DOING
AND ENJOY LISTENING AT LENGTH
OF WHAT SHE IS PRESENTLY PURSUING
 
YOU WILL LOVE HER
IF, OR WHEN SHE IS HAPPY, MAD
TRIUMPHANT, SAD
 
YOUNG, STRONG, RICH
OLD, WEAK, POOR AND DEPRESSED
AWAKE, ASLEEP, AT WORK, OR AT REST
 
IN WORDS, THOUGHTS, ACTIONS AND DEEDS
THROUGH THE WORST AND THE BEST
IN GOD'S EVERY TEST
OF LIFE
 
YOU WILL THINK OF HER
 
WHEN YOU'RE WITH FAMILY, OR IF YOU'RE ALONE
WHEN YOU'RE AT HOME, AT WORK, OR AT PLAY
WHEN YOU'RE WITH STRANGERS, ENEMIES, OR FRIENDS
WHEN YOU COME, GO, OR STAY
 
WHEN THE DAY BEGINS
WHEN THE DAY ENDS
AND IN THE DREAMS THE NIGHT SENDS
YOUR WAY
 
AND YOU WILL THINK ABOUT
 
HER HAIR, SKIN
THE COLOR OF HER EYES
AND HER BODY'S SHAPE, AND SIZE
 
WHAT SHE DOES, THINKS
WHERE SHE GOES
WHO SHE KNOWS, AND WHY
 
AND THE WAY SHE HIDES
HER TEARS INSIDE
EVERY TIME YOU SAY GOOD-BY
 
********
 
IF YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER
 
YOU TAKE NOT FOR GRANTED
A SOLITARY MOMENT
APPRECIATING EVERY SINGLE DAY
 
AND WHEN LOVE CHANGES WITH YEARS
THERE'S NO NEED FOR FEARS
LOVE IS STILL THERE, JUST IN A DIFFERENT WAY
 
SOMETIMES LOVE WILL LIVE
AND SOMETIMES IT WILL DIE
YET, THERE IS A REASON WHY!
 
WHAT IS A GARDEN WITHOUT SUN ?
WHAT IS A JOB WITH NO WORK DONE ?
WHAT IS A FEAST WITH NO ONE TO EAT ?
WHAT IS HONEY WITHOUT BEING SWEET ?
 
FOR LOVE TO LIVE
YOU MUST GIVE
IN ORDER TO MAKE IT COMPLETE
 
TO NOT LOVE YOURSELF
AND YET, LOVE ANOTHER
IS LIKE A FIRE WITHOUT HEAT
 
IF LOVE DIES
YOU MUST REALIZE THESE THINGS
YOU MUST LISTEN TO WHAT THE ANGEL SINGS
 
THAT YOU MUST ALWAYS SEARCH HER HEART
SEEKING ANOTHER PART
NOT SEEN FROM THE START
SOMETHING NEWLY SHOWN
 
LOVE COMES TO YOU IF YOU BELIEVE
ONLY WITH FAITH
MAY YOU TRULY RECEIVE
FOR NO ONE IS COMPLETELY KNOWN
 
YOU SHOULD SMILE UPON FRESH KNOWLEDGE
WHEN YOU ACKNOWLEDGE HER MORE
FOR KNOWING HER MORE BRINGS HER CLOSER
THAN EVER SHE WAS BEFORE

********
 
IF YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER
 
YOU WILL LOVE EVEN HER FOLLY, AND ALL THAT SHE IS
LONGING FOR HER TOUCH
GOD COMES FIRST - THEN SHE COMES SECOND IN YOUR LIFE
 
YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HER ENOUGH
OR LOVE HER TOO MUCH
AND THAT'S WHY YOU WILL CALL HER YOUR WIFE! 
 
IF ... YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER. 

THERE IS RED
AND THEN THERE IS RUBY
THAT IS YOU
 
THERE IS BLUE
AND THEN THERE IS SAPPHIRE
THAT IS YOU
 
THERE IS A DAY
AND THEN THERE'S TIME
THAT IS YOU
 
THERE ARE WORDS
AND THEN THERE'S MUSIC IN A POETIC RHYME
THAT IS YOU
 
THERE IS A HORSE
AND THEN THERE IS A STALLION
THAT IS YOU
 
THERE IS A BOAT
AND THEN THERE IS A SPANISH GALLEON
THAT IS YOU
 
THERE IS WARM
AND THEN THERE IS A FIRE
THAT IS YOU
 
THERE IS WANT
AND THEN THERE IS DESIRE
THAT IS YOU
 
THERE IS A STREAM
AND THEN THERE'S A RIVER
THAT IS YOU
 
THERE IS GIVE
AND THEN THERE IS DELIVER
THAT IS YOU
 
AND ONLY THE WISE
KNOW WHY MY EYES
SEE YOUR BEAUTY BEYOND ALL DISGUISE, TRUE
 
BECAUSE THERE IS LIKE
AND THEN THERE IS LOVE
THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU .....

YOUR HAIR IS LIKE THE SUN
THAT BRIGHTENS MY DAY
YOUR EYES, THE STARS OF NIGHT
THAT GUIDE MY WAY
 
YOUR LIPS TOUCH ME LIKE
A GENTLE WIND
FOR EASE AND SATISFACTION
UPON THEM I DEPEND
 
SMILE THOSE LIPS OF SWEET HONEY
THEY REMIND ME OF A SUMMER NIGHT
WHEN THE MOON PEEKS OUT FROM BEHIND THE CLOUDS
SHEDDING FORTH ITS LIGHT
 
YOUR NOSE IS LIKE A TENDER EASING SLOPE
WATCHING THE WATERFALLS AND LAKES BELOW
THE DEER AND RABBITS PLAYING ABOUT
WHERE THE WILD FERNS GROW
 
YOUR SKIN IS SOFT AND DELICATE
AS THE FEATHERS ON THE NECK OF A WILD SWAN
YOUR CHARMING VOICE TOUCHES MY EARS
LIKE A NIGHT TOUCHED BY DAWN
 
I SEE YOUR FACE, PRETTY AS A FLOWER
ENCHANTING ME WITH ITS POWER
MAKING MY ENTIRE LIFE
SEEM LIKE ONLY AN HOUR
 
YOUR SMOOTH HIPS AND SLENDER WAIST
CURVE LIKE THE WAVES OF A SEA
I WISH TO SET OPEN MY SAIL
AND GLIDE UPON THEM IN ECSTASY
 
I DESIRE NO REST UPON MY QUEST
WANDERING FROM EAST TO WEST
FROM THE WAVING SEA TO THE DESERT DUNES
I WILL REVEL UPON THY BREASTS
 
IT WOULD BE A ROMANCE OF LIFE
TO BEHOLD YOUR LOVELY FACE
WHILE JOINED AS ONE IN THE SACRED DANCE
CRYING WITH YOUR EMBRACE
 
A CHORUS OF A THOUSAND LOVE SONGS
BREAKING THE BARRIERS OF REALITY
EROTIC PASSION TRANSCENDING NO LESS
THAN THE ERUPTION OF THE GALAXY
 
AND YES INDEED, I SHALL PROCEED
IN MY HEART AND SOUL, TO WEEP
AND MEMORIZE THE CONTOURS OF YOUR LOVELY FACE AT NIGHT
WHEN I AWAKE, AND YOU ARE STILL ASLEEP..........................

WHEN WE EMBRACE
THERE'S A DIVINE GRACE
OF LIGHT
BEAUTIFUL AND BRIGHT
 
LIKE THE SUNS GLOW
MIXED WITH A RAINBOW
 
OUR LOVE
LIKE DROPS OF MORNING DUE
ON ROSE PETALS
AND GREEN GRASS
 
OUR LOVE
AN AMBER HUE
ON A PRAIRIE
OF SILVER GLASS
 
A BURNING EMBER
UNYIELDING FLAME
SEASONS PASS
BUT WE WILL LOVE THE SAME
 
EVERY DAY
UNTIL TIME PASSES AWAY
AND WE FADE, NOT INTO THE NIGHT
 
BUT RATHER
INTO A BRIGHT WHITE ARRAY
IN THE ARMS OF GODS GOLDEN DELIGHT............

MEASUREMENT
NEEDS A BASIC UNIT TO BARE
IN ORDER TO EXIST
IT MUST COMPARE
 
AS A POUND
IS A UNIT OF WEIGHT
AND ONE MILE PER HOUR
IS A UNIT OF RATE
 
ALL THINGS THAT EXIST
LIVE BY THIS RULE
IT'S A LAW THAT DOES PERSIST
A COMPARISON TOOL
 
IT APPLIES
TO LENGTH, WIDTH AND HEIGHT
SOUND, MASS, PRESSURE, VOLUME
ENERGY, AREA, AND LIGHT
 
THERE ARE MANY MORE, LIKE TORQUE
MEASURED BY TENSION
OR THE DEGREE, A UNIT OF ANGLE, OR TEMPERATURE
THAT I NEED NOT MENTION
 
I ONLY WISH TO SPEAK OF ONE
UNIT OF MEASURE
AND IT BRINGS ME
GREAT PLEASURE
 
FOR THE UNIT I SPEAK OF
IS YOU
YOU ARE THE UNIT
FOR AL TO COMPARE TO
 
IN BEAUTY

AND I THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW IT
I FELT IT MY DUTY
AS A POET
 
TO INFORM YOU OF
AN OBVIOUS FACT
NOW,
I MUST ACT!
 
I WILL CALL THE PRESS
AND INFORM THE MEDIA
THAT YOU MUST BE WRITTEN IN
THE BRITANNICA ENCYCLOPEDIA
 
AND NEW WORLD THESAURUS
YOUR PICTURE WILL PROVE MY CLAIM
NEXT TO THE WORD BEAUTY
WILL BE YOUR NAME
 
WEBSTER'S DICTIONARY, ALSO
WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
NEXT TO CUBITS, FURLONGS, LEAGUES, AND KNOTS,
AGAIN, WILL BE YOUR NAME
 
CONTACTING ALL PUBLIC SCHOOLS
WILL BE DONE NEXT
YOUR NAME MUST BE AMENDED
TO EVERY NEW TEXT

THE WORLD MUST KNOW
FOR I FEEL IT IS MY DUTY
TO SPREAD THE WORD
YOU, ARE THE TRUE --- UNIT OF BEAUTY !

WHEN THUNDER ECHOES MIDNIGHT SOUND
WHEN TIDES CRASH UPON THE SHORE
WHEN SUN BAKES TO BROWN THE GROUND
WE MAKE LOVE FOREVER MORE
 
WHEN RAIN RIPPLES PLACID LAKES
WHEN SHOOTING STARS SOAR
WHEN DAWN BREAKS AND DAY AWAKES
WE MAKE LOVE FOREVER MORE
 
AND WHEN SKY LIGHTS UP IN RAINBOWS
WHEN SPRING WALKS THROUGH THE DOOR
WHEN THE RIVER FLOWS AND WIND BLOWS
WE MAKE LOVE FOREVER MORE

I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR WORDS
UNWORTHY I TO LISTEN
EVEN IF THEY BE LIES
 
TO SEE YOUR FACE
UNWORTHY I TO TOUCH
I KISS YOU WITH MY EYES
 
I TRACE MY FINGERS
ON THE PRINTS OF YOUR PATH
UNWORTHY I TO WALK
 
I DREAM OF YOUR BEAUTY
YET NEVER SPEAK OF
UNWORTHY I TO TALK
 
OF MY THOUGHTS
ARE YOU AND ME
UNWORTHY I SO SEE
 
UNWORTHY I TOO
TO DIE FOR YOU
UNWORTHY I TO BE

LIKE THE SEA
MISSES THE SHORE
LIKE FLOWERS ASKING
THE SUN FOR MORE
SUNLIGHT
TO FILL THEIR APPETITE
BEFORE THEY DIE TO
HEAVY RAIN POUR
 
WHAT'S MORE
IN THIS COLORFUL METAPHOR?
 
I MISS YOU LIKE
 
A CHILD MISSES HIS BIKE
A BEE MISSES THE HIVE
A FISH MISSES THE RIVER
A SOUL MISSES TO BE ALIVE
TO FEEL PAIN
PASSION, LOVE, SORROW,
AND A THOUGHT TO KNOW
YOUR FACE WILL BE SEEN TOMORROW
UPON MY PILLOW
 
AND WHAT'S MORE
IN THIS COLORFUL METAPHOR?
 
I MISS YOU LIKE
 
MUSICIANS MISS THEIR MUSIC
PAINTERS MISS THEIR ART
PRANCERS AND DANCERS MISS THEIR STEPS
AND THE POETS MISS THEIR HEART
WHICH PUTS IN EARS
FEELINGS IN WORDS BRINGING TEARS
A SUMMARY OF YEARS
A CHORUS OF CHEERS
 
AND IF IT APPEARS
THAT I LOVE THEE, WITH MY WORDS WRITTEN HERE
I DO
I LOVE THEE TRUE

FOR ONLY MAY I SAY MORE IN THIS COLORFUL METAPHOR
BY SAYING THAT I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANY SEA SHORE,
SUNLIGHT, BIKE, BEE HIVE,
RIVER, OR LONGING TO BE ALIVE,
MUSIC, ART,
STEPS, OR A HEART ----
THAT THING THAT SWELLS IN ME ....
WHEN I THINK OF THEE
WHENEVER WE ARE APART ............

ALL THE WORDS, DEEDS, AND SONGS
OF THE EARTH
COULD NOT HOLD HER CLOSE TO ME
 
SHE SLIPPED FROM MY ARMS
ALL MY SUBTLE CHARMS
 
AND I REGRET MY BIRTH
FOR NOTHING HERE IS WORTH
MORE THAN SHE......................

I MISS YOU
I WISH YOU
OH NEVER MIND
 
TEARS RESONATE
IN SORROW
WHEN I REMIND
 
MYSELF THE DAYS OF
SUNNY RAYS OF
LIGHT
 
GLISTENING THROUGH YOUR HAIR
HOW I WOULD STARE
AT THE BLINDING SIGHT
 
WHAT A PLEASANT DELIGHT
I LOST
AT EVERY COST
 
OF FAITH
TOSSED AWAY IN THE NIGHT
 
***
 
YOU HAD THAT MAGIC GLOW
ENCHANTED SO
MYSTERIOUS, I GROW DELIRIOUS
 
TO THINK OF A WOMAN
ALL MEN SEEK
SUBTLE AND SLEEK
 
AND YOU GRACEFULLY GLIDED AWAY
WITH NO DELAY
LIKE A LEAF, DRIFTING DOWN A CREEK
 
***
 
IF YOU ASK ME
WHAT'S MY TRAVESTY
 
I SPEAK TRUTH
THAT IN MY YOUTH
I HAVE LEARNED WHAT MAKES A MAN MEEK
 
I EARNED
THE VISION I SPEAK
AND THE WISDOM AND PAIN
THAT ALWAYS REMAIN
 
WHEN I THINK OF YOU
AND THE LOVE WE HAD
THAT DROVE ME INSANELY MAD
 
ABOUT A TIME
WHEN I WAS SURE
LOVE WOULD LAST
 
AND NOW, ALL BUT A BLUR
AN ECHOING MEMORY
OF THE DAYS THAT ONCE WERE
 
DAYS THAT ARE NOW
SO LONG AGO
GONE PAST..............................

REMINISCENCE
LIKE THE GOLDEN RAYS
OF DAWNING LIGHT
 
AND BRONZE MOON
OF A
SILENT NIGHT
 
DELICATE SATIN
AND SILK
YOUR HAIR
 
VIOLET BLOSSOMS
AND VELVET SKIES
YOUR EYES
 
DREAMING
OF YOU AMIDST ME
 
YOUR ENDURING YOUTH
AS AN INNOCENT CHILD
LIKE PRECIOUS STONES
 
AND YOUR SILENT MYSTERY
A SECRET SMILE
NO ONE OWNS
 
AN ILLUSION YOU WERE
I YEARNED TO GRASP
LIKE A GLIMMERING STAR
 
I CLUTCHED THE AIR
FOR YOUR CHERISHED SOUL
AND FOUND YOUR MUCH TOO FAR
 
QUITE OFTEN
I DWELL ON THEE

I WAS SEARCHING FOR YOU
IN THE MIDNIGHT RAIN
MOUNTAINS AND HILLS
AND DESSERT PLAIN
 
WANDERING THE STREETS
SEARCHING IN VAIN
SEEKING YOU
BROUGHT SO MUCH PAIN
 
ONLY MY DREAMS
KEPT ME SANE
FOR SOMEWHERE LOCKED
IN THE DEPTHS OF MY BRAIN
 
WAS A PORTRAIT OF YOU
I COULD CONTAIN
AN IMAGE
THAT WOULD ALWAYS REMAIN
 
THOUGHT PERHAPS
LOVE HAD SKIPPED ME
FELT AS THOUGH
LIFE HAD STRIPPED ME
 
MORBID SOLITUDE
SOMEHOW GRIPPED ME
I LET MY FEARS
ENCRIPT ME
 
MANY A MEN
LONELY AS I
MOCKED MY DREAMS
THEN TOLD ME WHY
 
THEY SPOKE THAT FREEDOM
WAS THE PRICE
THAT ONE MUST PAY
FOR PARADISE
 
TO BE ALONE
WAS NOT SUCH A BAD THING
TO HAVE A THRONE
AND BE ONES OWN KING
 
YET I KNEW
THAT THIS ADVICE
ALTHOUGH NICE
WOULD NEVER SUFFICE
 
FOR IT FELL SHORT
EVEN TO START
TO FILL THE LONGING
IN MY HEART
 
DECEIVING THEMSELVES
THESE MEN SO POOR
LOST IN A MAZE
WITHOUT A DOOR
 
GIVING GUIDANCE
PERSUADING ME
TO JOIN THE FLOCK
OF THE FALLACY
 
I THOUGHT IT WISE
TO LEAVE BEHIND
THOSE ALONE
SO I DECLINED
 
FOR 'TWAS NEVER
WHAT I HAD IN MIND
TO BE LEAD
BY THE BLIND
 
FREEDOM I WANTED
YES, INDEED
YET FROM SOLITUDE
I LONGED TO BE FREED
 
MY THOUGHTS ARISEN
WHO WANTS TO BE KING?
FOR THE THRONE IS A PRISON
WITHOUT A QUEEN
 
I BEGAN TO THINK LOVE
WAS ONLY FOR THE BOLD
THE LUCKY AND STRONG
WITH HEARTS OF GOLD
 
YOUNG, YET FEELING OLD
I SHIVERED COLD
SPENDING COUNTLESS HOURS WAITING
FOR SOMEONE TO HOLD
 
ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE
FROM WHAT I COULD SEE
NEVER DID I THINK
IT WOULD HAPPEN TO ME
 
THEN I HEARD A BELL CHIME
A GUST OF WIND CAME IN
THROUGH AEONS ACROSS TIME
YOU CAME TO SEE ME AGAIN
 
AS A SHIP RETURNING TO SHORE
BECAUSE I'VE KNOWN YOU BEFORE
I WAS SIMPLY WAITING
FOR YOUR KNOCK AT THE DOOR
 
I REMEMBER THAT LOOK
IN YOUR EYES
AND THE CLOTHES YOU WORE
I DID NOT REALIZE
 
HOW MY SOUL
BEGAN TO POUR
INTO THE ROOM
AND ACROSS THE FLOOR
 
IN THAT BRIEF MOMENT
IF I DIED
I WOULD HAVE DIED
SATISFIED
 
INTO THE HEAVENS
YOUR BEAUTY SPANNED
BATHING IN A POOL OF ELEGANCE
GRAND
 
AND TO ME
YOU STRETCHED YOUR HAND
I FELT UNWORTHY, AND
DIDN'T UNDERSTAND
 
I MUST HAVE DONE
SOMETHING RIGHT
FOR GOD TO PLACE YOU
INTO MY SIGHT
 
**
 
NOW THAT WE'VE MET
CAN'T BEAR TO BE APART
YOU FILL THAT ACHING NEED
IN MY HEART
 
BE CLOSE TO ME
AND LEND ME YOUR VOICE
BLOW ME A KISS
THAT I MAY REJOICE
 
I KNOW THE SILENCE
OF BEING ON MY OWN
I DESIRE TO WALK NOT
DUSTY ROADS ALONE
 
IN THE SHADE
LET US LAY
OF A BIG OAK TREE
ON A LAZY DAY
 
I'LL CARVE OUR NAMES
IN THE BASE OF THE TREE
AND FOR YEARS TO PASS
THEY WILL BE
 
FOR ALL TO SEE
THAT WE ENDEAVOR
TO LOVE EACH OTHER
FOREVER AND EVER
 
**
 
THOSE TIMES WHEN I'M ALONE
ON QUIET NIGHTS THAT SOMETIMES OCCUR
STARS LIGHT MY PILLOW
WHERE ONCE YOU WERE
 
AND SONGS OF YOU
CARESS MY EARS
WHILE DREAMS OF YOU
STEAL MY FEARS
 
I'M GRATEFUL THESE NIGHTS ARE FEW
FOR I LOVE ALL THAT YOU ARE
YOU ARE MY WISH
UPON A STAR

YOU BRING OUT THE BEST
OF ALL I CAN BE
IT GIVE NO JEST
YOUR THE LIFE OF ME
 
AND NOW THAT I FOUND YOU
I FEEL NO STING
OF THAT DREARY OLD
LONELY THING
 
THE PAIL RIDER WILL BRING
AGAIN AND AGAIN
IF EVER I SHOULD
LOOSE YOU IN
 
THE FUTURE, UNTOLD
WITHOUT YOUR, BEHOLD
WOULD BE LONELY, GRIM,
AND COLD
 
YET, FOR NOW
I HAVE NO STING
I WAS A PEASANT
NOW I'M A KING
 
AND IF I LISTEN I HEAR
AN ANGEL S