to speak of peace
to suffer ridicule
to know truth

working for a higher love

Sometimes
Life feels like
Carrying a piano
While walking on
A tightrope

lamp lit and wick trimmed
glass polished clear-
light to splash the dark

squeezed onto the horizon
a future imagined-
taking to the unknown road

puckered lips to go un-kissed
left hanging in the wind

a Blackbirds song
on a path of its own

a shattered silence
singing of loves lament

Lost in twisted ways,
Map holds secrets, silent taunts—
Man strikes lines with rage.
Paper torn, path now erased—
Victory in empty l(h)ands.

Nature's best musicians sing
Over lakes and ponds and streams
Sweet and salty waters hum
My guitar strings gently strum

Let the melody of worlds
Convey her gentle sound through you
Drown in deep blues
Sing in strong reds
So that you might live in purples

Follow singing rivers ahead
Go where no man's ever tread
Stay until you lose yourself
Stay until you lose your self