all i am
is played out in song
of what i have
and haven't got
from the outside
may not appear a lot
but all i am
has been hard fought

all i am
in the sense of it
never one
to ever think to quit
not one iota
not a single bit
all i am
is all i'm meant

all i am
this side of life
is the question of
and the reason why
to say and do
to do and die
all i am
is the open sky

Whatever you believe ,
Whatever your heart desire ,
The answer is Yes

      if              
            ever
The
           voices
Try
          To
Tell
          You
                 Otherwise

You shout out thunderously,
Speak to them back
             And
Tell
          Them
You
          Still

        Believe


Would you at least please try.

Once upon a time
these many years ago

I never dreamed
I would be the one

The face in broken
mirrors with the ****

A lone voice whispering
A call out in artic ice

The nighthawk's spirit
Dive and flash

Over and over
again and again

In darkness sure
swift and enveloping

I guess you never know
No , remains the mystery

Hush ! I'm listening
Waiting on the voice

Can you hear it ?
The Midnight's Voice ?

(Sigh)

It's been so long
so very long .

When words are often things to stumble on
And fly when touched to far away dark caverns
There is no witches broom to sweep
The sentence fragments into something sane.
                        ljm

In the field,
In the yard,
On the swings,
On the slide.


Childhood was great,
But now it's old.

A wildflower bloomed
On the edge of a path.
One scarce of flora,
So I bent down to ask.

"How did you flourish
In soil so lorn?"
Her reply was brief,
But it carried no scorn.

"Oh yes, it's quite odd
To have sprouted here alone,"
Said the gypsy flower,
Amongst gravel and stone.