Watch him twist, watch him squirm,
Watch him catch the early worm,
See him writhe, see him turn,
He’ll take your soul,
then watch it burn.


© H V Swan

I never understood
How love could be a sin
How I could be disgraced
Just by holding your hand

But a man with a woman
Can beat and cut and curse
And still the church will bless
A union with this or worse

No, I don't understand
How our love could be a sin

Lift off!
Feel the pressure on my chest
Ears popping as we climb west
The big city fades
Crisscrossing, curving city highways
Turning to mere lines, grey against the green
Still rising
Past the first layer of white misty cloudy
Emerging above the cotton candy mounds
Gentle pillows, pale against a brilliant blue sky
Soaring through the air so high
I feel like I'm on top of the world

I came of age
as one of the
many young
knights who would
mature and become
Pirates.
Our kingdom
stretched from
the end of
the world along
the cliff
lined Pacific.
To the
low side of
Alma.
The sprawling
wild canyons
of 6th street,
to the railroad
tracks along
the waterfront.

Daring as we were
we drank straight
from the
bottle while
constantly
losing ourselves
beneath the
shadow of the
Owl.

Our friendship
was a brotherhood
and a hand shake
meant a hell
of alot more
than a greeting.

Black eyes and
stab wounds
worn like
medals earned
in battle.
The ******* was
white as bone
and the girls
were still as
fresh as the
Tangerines we
picked from
our neighbors
yards
in the summer.

The young Pirates
of those days took
all this Town
had to
give.
And even when
beaten down and
hungover.
The need to
experience still
fought on for
more.

The Armor
I wore in
those early
days was
youth.
And that armor
with stood
it all.

Youth can and will
endure many
things.
Almost all things.
All things
that
is but
time.

Your aura is electric
Stimulating

Come hither
You make me feel alive

I won't ask much
Promise

Show me your world
Teach me how to soar
Share the rush

put me to sleep dear valerie
quench me with dreams so sweet
kiss me goodnight dear valerie
i'll wake up with cold feet
let's dance in trance dear valerie
held up in the sky so high
take my hand dear valerie
let's march toward the blue sky
stun me wih love dear valerie
i long to feel that warm delight
mend the bond dear valerie
you make the wrong seem right

Who said that love was fire?
I know that love is ash.
It is the thing which remains
When the fire is spent,
The holy essence of experience.