nursed by the child like plow
the bitter sower to shower
eavery word to be chard

A Vision Within

bat the ball
one week to disolve...
leaky fan,
toward the character to sell
built upon a city on high
nicely Detroit
a heros grief
back & forth...

two hearts that bleed

The Sound Of Dragon Fly Sing

pressed beneath the barren press
there is a notion built neglect barren test
touch the onion on its press
built together in olive branch to let go at last
you can see them in the sweat of summer time to reflect
there in the system of respect

love is the portion of my joy
love is meant from the love of girl & boy
swept aware the New York mile
borrowed basement pews restore those shoes
onto the grip of a imported French quest
get high on Jesus
you have tried everything else
borrowed basement blues
brain waves chosen shoes
knocked beneath the air of heightened care
bright eye to view just to let me be
pardon the waves in the sea...
Get high on Jesus

swept through skin that train us
in the closure there's the love that binds us
A moment of testing come to change us
without a clue that binds us
shelter in a change that rears us
come close to each other with a kiss
Get high on Jesus

make love not war
sifted through horse to know

Body Wire

stay safe
unite the portion
Egypt immeasurable scene
come to take a part of me
chillin down by the wire
Body wire

What has become with the Earth ?
What hath become her pale sister;
see forth the China reason,
blame it on the heart spring ***** in the ground

strip through the barbed wire fences at second type glances
string along the passion of thick glances through its trances
little one what have we discovered to become bitter with a smile begun
shack through the leaves as if a Cobra glance parade in advance;
love has encountered a token down by the ocean beg a dance pollution
Cidar milk in the radiance to be exposed as we get a bit older,
shaded errie trout enhanced to its mount clear her throat better not chocked...
we mince words by choice carried on by it's romance through the tea leaves,
The Doors (A Tribute To Jim Morrison)

is everybody in ?
the ceremony has begun so wake up...
let's swim to the moon
let's climb to the sky
penetrate each cloud from behind
1969

connect through the smoke screen together like a fly,
Jim

Love For Sake To Sale

that's how we do
the pictoral of things turned blue
hair of shelter to walk the New York mile
child of freedom across the spacious tide
walking through the course;
ladies went to traffic onto the duration of its head
love is the paradox fill
still waiting thrill