freedom can be bare feet
or naked
or laughter
freedom can be poetry

Hope is the madness
            that drives us.

the heart feels a gypsy
the mind a vagabond
the eyes get misty
by the lilies in the pond

bloom the petals pinkish
smudged with streaks of white
swaying slow by wind's kiss
glory displayed bright

upon the slender neckline
crowns of innocent smiles
fill all dark with sunshine
wipe out weary miles

o traveler feel the invite
merrily pause to respond
be a while in sunlight
among the lilies of the pond

Asking the prayers of the dead
those who have passed this way
and gone further than all the living.

All is turned upside down
where the dead ask the prayer of the living
and no separation is evident.

The wing beats of a Butterflies love
is felt just as much here,
as in the spirit world.

I’ll rev you like a Porsche
Pressurize the clutch then
ease on the equipped brake
enrolling the steering wheel

On the highway as we sing
Tuning choruses eccentrically
apply the mascara and smile
put my flock on, swing like Bowie

Craze up in seismic grooves
Shift to a self expression culture
be so extreme that you glitter
I’ll desire your ambiguousness

Unarguably, I’ll hold your hand
An evolved zeitgeist in revolution
squeeze their prejudiced little heads
replicate, experiment your persona

I like her black dress,
the way it pools at her feet.
How she walks to the bed,
spilling over my sheets.
I drown in the depth
of her eyes.

Let my love flow
through your veins.
Let my lips touch
your sensitive skin.
Show me your
naked soul.
Open your heart
and let me in.