Search From Within

latest grin..the latest wind...shadows block the reason,
paralyzed to approach the ride come to glide you search...
miracle mile in the back of the wild shortness of breath
Coat the village king let freedom sing in between
love is the search the beggar approaches swing hopeful ride
love is the essence of my inner existence;
family and friends
hope to never end
feeling do end

early I will seek thee
faintly I want to find you
in my soul unwhind me
all those thoughts that bind me
tolerance
whimiscal I will fondly flee
brevity
painted faces etched in stone
across the sky I see
holy is your name dear Lord
unity

times will be no more
most lovingly implore
hence the opened door
as a beacon of light
to a hurting world in need
love in its one achord
violence to you is often taken by force
as the child that you want me to be
living forth a real legacy

All Star Game
feature the hunted
hide by the seated catch
wooded studded heros
working through the cap sized groove
march of the wooden script
launch to each heated scene
learn to read though,
filter tough flooded screen
long for shelter then to see
love for sale

watch the snow turn to hail
principle through the trees
crown in the intention to mount
search by the window
treat your neibor with care
built to content the offer
shine on the roof

solemn beat in catastrophe
fulfill it's want more need
sharpen through the Rosemary need
every body wants to give
mix a bow with your uture
furnish dust with Tommy boy
lest a word sealed below
the famed window pane left me insane
with each topic renewed
search from the wind
much to do with others
fly to the baseball
in one accord

Paw Marks
Ragu pasta is being recalled
cover me,

through fence unclean
make me an offer
patience is a virtue
walk in the way of the master of fame

love nestled in one accord....

encountered in the way of the game
love nestled between,
thrown out a window
nestled by my pillow

shadows block my radio
heavy cheer out my window

Paw Marks....

pulsating moon beams
front porch swing
the fly on the porch ring
love the course of the march

Signal the phone fare from home...

Savor the shower cool as the wire
Shadows the plot thinking a lot;

lone rivers to each run
the cascading falls to rivers edge,

1984
a shadow escape to grab the bait
through barrren sky a slight lulabye

People swing open chards of food to display;
love is the condition to let things go
parade through the historic swing
silence is some what a virtue,

comedy stuck inside of me
George Orwell spins to turn
right to the edge of time
brace for the opinion
shallow pool of gold

1984
my stomach swell
engaged on puree hell
follow faces to cling to gold
spreading beat the news
credit launched to case...

Fair Lady

an impulse will rock caught the whimsical and touch
offer opportunity to rock
felt solitude...
shadows block the vortex
media spit the truth,
simple touch in hearts that rush
feeling a great push..

my cosmic friend wait unto the end
foster from an idol...
lover so strong felt that pain
Fair Lady

beat at the rush for media
she stands outside a hotel swing
bothered from a front porch swing;
structured through a hobby

she sits on the front porch swing
a hobby through the door bell ring
sits on the horse to complete here balance

Search From Within

baskets of notice
cherry oak tree
take your lights to new heights
surface through the window
the memory to rest