.

Be it Monday or Tuesday


What ever you do


In here

It's all over


Your dying days are thru


•••

Here come

Little Joey


He got some stories to tell


& little  miss Mary


The warrior

Takes YE into heaven from hell

"""

And the regular crew

"""


Just waiting

Just for you

????


Who ever you are

It's up to you to decide

Who ever you become

That's who you become

.

.

Is the moment you discover

Just how beautiful you are !

( and what beauty is for )

..

in the bright valley

Teepees on fire !

Minds are on fire !

Hearts are on fire !

;;

She sets the rifle down by the cabin door

But
Instead of going inside

She turns around
Looks around

And with a resolute sigh

Goes a walking down the road

)(

The birds and the sky and the trees ....everything

Smiles at her

And she is loved !


"""


Loved !


She is loved !


Oh how so very beautiful she is !

••

Yeah

Yeah !

We are all beautiful

When we decide to be


The living truth in this dying world


.

.






Winds thru the silent hour

The midnight streets are

Empty of dreams


The children sit by the fire

Hungry


••


A feeling

Drifting

Tells of desertion

A stifled scream

Speaks of betrayal

The sense of fear is talking loudly

Every child wanting a mother

Every child wanting a father

All they get is the voice of the policemen

)(

Oh well the Holy Spirit

Modified by the power of religion

Speaking clearly of pure mercy



Saying

Here it is the gift from heaven


Oh yeah ....well whatever ..... whatever YE want

That's what YE get

Whatever ye want


:/:

.



Well I was walkin down

Town


Pretty summer day emerging


Oh

The gentle vision


Oh the heart of man


)(


Children skipping

Down the street


On the road to school


The masters come !

And the lovely ladies !

)(


Walking down town


Come to the bridge to the hills


Took the path unto the wisdom
Itself


Gonna

Sit by those waters

And let them

Cast their spell


Oh
Oh
Oh

......



There is a dream seed of a pure tomorrow

Within the sadness of today



Come with me


Walking

Thru all

Realities


))

Walking together


Walking free


.

::


And an old man he is

)!(


We walk thru the rain      we cry to hide
Our utter indifference

To our fate

•

Our love !


Where is our love now that the years

Have told its story so brutally !

;;


( Well yes
                             ----- Where
Indeed ? )


••

AMERICA was dead with the dawn !

                 ( and oh the pathos of its ladies ! )


••


The old man


Indifferent to his fate

Sees


Right thru the walls of the tenement buildings


Into the eyes of every stranger

Into the soul of every life

And he prays but does not weep

)(


Moseys along with the years

With the  songs

And with
the dreams

Maybe he knows something

Maybe he doesn't know what he knows


Maybe he only loves


Maybe that's the thing



.

.


ain't no reason to be

Anything but

A free instant

Of the pure gift you are

To the world

•

We might even come to know each other !


We would love each other !


It would be the thing to to

Certainly better than just waiting to die


.