Myself i held with surety, and tighter still my intuitions
And every action or conscious idea I perceived right
But after the shadow of your burden shaded my mind,
I took my gleeful optimism into your crimson night.

Where kettles and pipes and burning cigarettes,
Filled my nose with scents of foreign avenues,
And jangley buskers crooned into sweltering evenings,
With anodyne preachers sermonizing ‘round the fescues.

And midnight walkers- shades to the dark,
Beats of the beaten left out in the world,
Would pass our meager partition
Above which hung the nation unfurled.

In early morning six by six shackles
Walls stained from years of fire and tar
The end always seemed so near
And the world too far

Under a blanket of stars
Under an orange haze
That was the most brilliant
Of our loving stage

With the same old pair of eyes
I glimpse the outside through the blinds
Not a single chance of a thought
Had purchase in our minds

We sat barred against our consignment
Defiant of the dawn
Chasing memories before
They had a chance to be gone

Loving the evening hours
When chaos slept under linen
I knew we were to end
Before we were beginnin’

But it was an affair pure
Was it not
I’d spend it all again
Without a thought

Life moves on
With or without you
And it's not what we did
But what we do

I should not mourn
Or remember this moment
When my minds eye
Is gazing at the firmament

I wished you love
You promised to stay
We stumbled sometimes
Did  lose our way

Of all these things
That could have been
They must end in the now
Instead of a further then.

Well it seems like the fourth time around

And I'm at it again

With the jangle of Dylan

Growling in my head

And all my Cathy's

Now call themselves Kate's

And my little paradise withers

As shadows bloom at the gates

I speak with Kerouac and Cassady

We've all missed our departure

In a hairy spot at the seminary

Surrounded by devout tonsures

I look for the soul with certainty

Not in those bricks placed level

I seek in the grass for my angels

And to my friends for the devil's

They meander somewhere off into a sumit

And fade into the metallic racket

I know the air will thin and degrees plummet

We pray that they've both brought a jacket

I catch a ride with a pal of mine

I think he knows me well

We laugh, we remember, all crazy smiles

But even now I can never tell

I lay me down on an unkempt bed

To sleep just to dream of you

I thought I understood just one

I thought I thought I knew

I touched the turbulent sky on parchment paper wings,
Crashing to the morning mist engulfing me in those terrible tresses.
Oh, how a constant echo of sorrow rings
And everything is wicked that reality undresses.

And I ever long for that open abode,
Where those in flight soar peacefully
But my feelings are suppressed and the worst stowed
And I hold myself down with the weight of me.

Look upon those clouds, carelessly they drift,
Much like my thoughts they disappear
And now that radiating rift
Well, it was never so near.

I grow old but remain so young
My naivety is a razor, recurring and unrighteous.
How many sentiments has my heart sung
I know this one is over and any effort gratuitous.

I wish we could fly to the south of France
There we would laugh, love and dance,
But like everyday and overnight
There fades in and out the light.

These romantic stories fail
And all my rights reveal my wrongs
We find it dying like the last ringing chord
Of two lovers sharing a sad song.

Who now is this smiling
Forgotten, Positively high
Just yesterday i was reeling
From the blindspot jabs of soft goodbyes.

But still these hands are ever restless
Rhythmic at work and upon the walls
But the altar remains breadless
And the garland lazy droops in the halls.

Well, it seems certainly I’ve seen
That remaining glow, that faint sheen
I’ve heard the wind shyly whisper
Tangerine- Tangerine

Is there now nothing to do but softly sigh
And to remember all that I believe
To sit and succinctly cry
And at once be relieved

To extend my hand
To know another
Head in the breeze
Open from cover

Always happy
Never mean-
The wind it names
Tangerine-Tangerine

Bit of chaos in her
I've heard them say
I witness it’s panaish
Twice upon the day

Found some disorder
Here in myself-
Somethings are dead
Others are in health

Little wild
But a dream-
The wind its cries
Tangerine- Tangerine

Have I not written a single sincere line,
Before, it all came with effort forced
Or, in absence of one that could endorse
These sentiments given-free of mine.
But now i believe that I could speak free
And be listened to with full attention,
And it is no doubt my every intention
To return the favour of her gifted glee.
If i must sleep then i must die,
But to spend an evening ever repining
When before me this lovey sun is shining
Begs to question the very reason why.
Be still you fool, my heart of mine
It is with a purpose we are here
To live in the living present
With the ones you love near.

...

And when I am a nerve .
Bare and vulnerable
With words serve
A felling comfortable
You're of a like to me
And I myself in you
Guide me make me see
For me it's all so new
I feel your presence
Like the temperate breeze
A flower blooming in pleasance
Opening with ease.
I could spend hours
Amongst this flower
My head so far above
There is no power
In which we should cower
For all we need is love

...

Oh, Light up the moon my love
Light up the moon and see
That all heavenly bodies
Exist in reflection of thee

Oh, raise the dawn my darling
Raise  the dawn and find
That all these insecurities
Exist only in the mind

Oh, stay strong my sweet
Stay strong today
My love I give to thee
In all charitable ways

Not words nor actions
Could adequately display
The love I feel
Each and every day

So light up the moon my love
Raise the dawn and see
That you are my universe
Containing all things dear to me
...

I could have a platue of green pastures
On the loftiest of mounts
But I would be in her company
In liue of golden founts
And if it is she went away
I'd mark the time with bated breath
And if it surpassed but a day
I'd mark me empty with nothing left
I could praise in all convieable ways
The beauty of which she possess
But it would all pale and certainly fail
From what reality undresses
Have not worry nor restrain
But take comfort here in my embrace
I Feel not doubt or pain
When I look upon your face
I could stay awhile and with a smile
Forget these worlds of ours
And how he mocks the minding clock
Chiming upon the hours.
Other lovers swinging with their fist
With a waton force
But by chance they miss
And find purchase in remorse
But our hands are not for violence
But for caring touches
And if one of us were beaten
We'll be the others crutches
...

I've seen some love fail hard and soft
From a scratch or a killing blow
And some may casually  scoff
When i say mines aloft and theirs not so.
They'll call me a naive fool
And bound to fall,
I'll respond in certainty
That our love conquers all.
Her happiness, her happiness,
It happens to be,
The greatest thing
That matters to me.
To see them eyes the least bit teary
What a constant fear!
I'll strive until i grow, grow ever weary
To dry the smallest tear.
She brings me elation
With the selfsame caring heat
The sun brings to everything
Underneath his celestial seat
I have not lived until i loved;
Not like a child in apprehension,
But one the comes with reassurance
And with the purest of intentions.
I’ve had some moments
Of lasting regret
But in this moment
I do not fret.
It comes easy
When we speak
And my passion here
Is never meek
I'll love you
To the very end
Whether as a darling
Or a friend.