September
You know the truth
Already in your heart
Intuition
Has all answers
From the start
As roses
Don't ask how
They just bloom
Upon the bough
Be still
And truth unfolds
Within your heart
Copyright Louis Brown
The spoken language's not always clear
So just to make our points right here
We've learned to hush our lips
And talk with fingertips
Love is spoken here
Our body language is our text
Heading for what's coming next
Mutual admiration
Close communication
Love is spoken here
And the bruises of the day are swiftly healing
Nothing comes between us but good feelings
Shadows touch and lips combine
We leave the grinding day behind
Love is spoken here
It works out great we both agree
To stop the words for our recipe
When shadows blend with night
We always get it right
Our meanings come across to you and me
And the bruises of the day are swiftly healing
Nothing comes between us but good feelings
Shadows touch and lips combine
We leave the grinding day behind
Love is spoken here
You prepared the killing grounds
At the first creation
You put the hate and greed
In hearts that rot our nation
You make us quarrel aloud
And that has dammed our souls
And it denies our peace
It costs us heavy tolls
They say you saw the future
Where Abel died in vain
You could have took the knife
But left it up to Cain
You could have built the peace
Far far beyond the garden
But You let evil reign
And allow men's hearts to harden
'Put darkness in all men
And let it bloom inside him
Man never had a prayer
You made and sacrificed him!
Why did You create chaos
Allow the senseless sinning
A wiser God would change the course
Go back to the beginning
Not you
There's a woman in my arms
As close as skin can get
I want to fall in love again
I'm still not ready yet
Your shadow slips between us
Like every other time
And as cold chills cool the passion
Her love can't cross the line
My arms are full of memories of you
I pull the shades and lock the doors
But yesterday comes through
As I hold her in the dark
I still hold you in my heart
My arms are full of memories of you
I found her at an upscale dance
She's all woman to the bone
But I slipped and cried your name again
And I knew the night was gone
She slipped right through my fingers
Cause her pride can't play that role
She wants all of me or nothing
But it's not in her control
CHORUS
Copyright Louis Brown
As a boy I whistled in the dark
Walking by those tall tombstones
When I'd glance at that old graveyard
Frigid air would freeze my bones
As a man I've never been that scared
Till I saw your closet bare
I felt like that boy at midnight
Seeking courage with a prayer
I'm whistling by the tombstones again
Since I hurt you and you left me
I can feel that icy wind
I'll never make it through
Tomorrows without you
I'm whistling by the tombstones again
In my mind I miss your pretty face
And my backbone feels a chill
I tremble like that lonesome boy
Passing cemetery hill
If you don't come back it's darker
Than those graveyard fantasies
Cause it's just a grim tomorrow
Unless your dreams including me
So please don't say that little fuss
Could end our fairytale
All my life I'd be whistling down
Life's long long lonesome trail
I'm whistling by the tombstones again
Since I hurt you and you left me
I can feel that icy wind
I'll never make it through
Tomorrows without you
I'm whistling by the tombstones again
Copyright Louis Brown
They come meekly, humbly
To build their New York mosque
In peace and feigned love
And then in time they change
And when their power is grown
They tell you they are real
The true church of the world
And those who will not join
Are lowly infidels
An insult to their god
Without a right to live
Their armies come
Just like in centuries past
And cut off heads
Of non-believers
Do we want them here
In free America
To mutilate our girls
And make them less than dogs
They made a killing ground
One day on 9/11
When Islam spawned hatred
Blew our towers to dust
And Americans splattered pavement
Oh how they danced with glee
From Karachi to Tehran
In time they dream to dominate
From Maine to Key West
From Georgia to L.A.
With hate filled ancient laws
The code of Sharia
Shoved in our passive faces
Well, as for me
They can shove it up
Their camel sweaty asses
I say go to hell
You ignorant aberrations
But don't come here
We need no more of you
You murdering bastards
[I came to know a promising young man who was murdered in the Twin Towers on September 11, 2001]
Copyright Louis Brown
the directions
are very, very simple
i listen to the inner voice
that guides me step by step
perceives the right and wrong
before i reach the fork
i call t universal wisdom
Or call it what you will
but when I heed this source
i know the way
and that small voice
is the bottom line
i listen close
and all is well
Copyright Louis Brown
They all start looking good
At one a.m.
A mystical transformation
Alters them
At eight o’clock it seemed
A scene like Halloween
Now behold the angels
The chorus girls
And living dreams
Much like a beauty pageant
Each with her diadem
They all start looking good
At one a.m.
“You have to love your neighbor”
He told to every throng
But one by one they turned away
And watched Him die alone
His human voice
Crying in the wilderness
“I have a dream”, the dark man said,
“Of peace on earth someday”
But hatred reigned in other hearts
And Martin was their prey
His was a voice
Crying in the wilderness
The man born in Hawaii
He struggles for the poor...
The cost of medicine his cross
So all can find a cure
His was a voice
Crying in the wilderness
Pray all good men will recognize
When facts are pushed aside
That men will find that chaos lives
When honesty's denied
When truth is lost
Crying in the wilderness
Music by Clay Willis
The wind plays a music that swells my despair
Paints darker the setting of my lonely lair
Where I would recover from dreams kicked aside
My eerie tormentor comes back like the tide
Whistling and keening from high pitch to soft
Stirring the pigeons that fuss in the loft
Screeching a branch on my window of stars
Playing the drainpipe in monotone bars
Resting and racing then altering course
“I saw your loved one” says its haunting voice
Routing the season of flowers and sun
Clearing the path for a desolate one
