The Riversong you Bring doesn't bring Comfort
It's Time to wake up to the Stone Walls around You
To Feel the Fire and Ice
and Shake your Head like a Young One
Feel the Sun on your Face like an Animali
Raise your Eyes to the Truth of the Spirits
So Many times has your Truth has Failed You
So Many Chances that must have been Lost
Feel the Heart
and Think with the Mind of an Owl
Where is the Love if not Within You
a Butterfly
Flutters in Peace
As a Rose
Spirits away the Evil Soul
Moonlight in the Night
the True and Free

The moon will always shine bright,
and the night may always be calm for you,
to fall into a peaceful bliss,
to feel the song of the still night lakewaters,
how ever you look at sound, life, and heart,
is simple and but strife,
to remember the sounds of the peaceful night,
the howling stars that fall bright.

If Life were a Rose
Would it not want some Friend
or would it be Happy writing its silly own Story
with its thorns and poison for a pen
If cats didn't Dance though
would it mean it had no Sun
nothing to be love or lost
a Confusing Sum of Hail
and If the Rain drowned it out
would the thorns ***** the Thumb
a story of hope lost
of good riddance Pretend

The Heart is a Candle
As Long as it can be Lit
There is still Good in your Heart
The Untrue are the Wind
and the Wax is the Truth
To Treat someone else like a Candle
With the Flame of the Heart
Is to Treat Someone with Trueness
a Raven to the Pearl
So Let the Candle Wicks Burn
All the Many, and Many More
Light a Path for those Weary
Of this World

the light is the free
and the dark does bind
a blessing is to be
a lesson to be lost
everything you love
on the good you be
everything you hate
in the sky you see
an angel is freedom
a demon is strong
is mankind so weak
that we cannot see the truth
in the light, the free
soon we shall grow
into peaceful hearts
with age and the mistakes
taken their toll
hope is the answer
to the spirit is the free
love is the key
to balance and freedom we seek

sometimes a saddened heart
needs the rain
sometimes a saddened heart
needs the sunshine
but whichever it needs
a flower should grow
in this saddened heart of mine
with the help of the rain
and the sunshine
a saddened heart
should grow to become
the fun and the wine
a saddened heart
should grow into the kind

Lost or Found
High or Down
A Soul with a strong Sense
A Spirit with a heavy Fight
Roses and Water
Night at the Noon
Thorns
True
and Beautiful
Never Lost
Is the Mind of the Spirit

love is a thing that lives mysteriously
ever so shy, yet ever so free
cleverly it lies
and smartly it hides
from those who desperately seek
the fountain of its reach
time is the enemy
to heart so meek
age is the battle
of those who feel love~weak
a thing of much greater heights
understood by all those who speak
love is a thing of pure beauty
so hard to reach
a butterfly and a wolf
sweet passion in speech
and will the time tell or will the time swell
what is the true nature of your heart i teach

hearts and tears
fallen rains in the dew
if you  could hold it close
sunshine would deserve you
but my breath would rather desire
a heart with more too true
like the evergreen leaf tails of spring
to the green filled rain ponds of summer life
If i could send a heartfelt Smile
A Tear would follow

A wooden heart
that bleeds out sap
so why does it burn so much
is the wood rotten?
or does it feel
that the sap is not wanted?
nature is a folly thing
when it doesn't flow
wouldn't it be so much better
if we could all have hearts that cry?

if i were a sad soul
would you make me smile
would you wonder how
to bring me up from the rain puddles
or would you even see me,
ask me how i am?
as a dry thorn
as petals that love
to the thirsty and lonesome
how are you?
butterflies and rain

So raise your Pretty little Flag
Tell people to be beautiful inside
Practice Peace and Harmony
and never look down on anyone
Unfortunately the enemy is still inside
the demons will crush the revolution in the end
built on sand, made of straw
at least it will last a little while
but then maybe it could take, if there was little enough of a breeze
to not blow the dreams away
it could all be so wonderful
at least for a liitle while
if all our own little pretty flags could be raised to the sky

Money for the Poor
Time for the Weary
Land for the Lost
Mountians for the Desperate
Patience for the Suffering
Oceans for the Troubled
Peace to the People

The world is all the same
you say to me
but i see quite differently
a spider is a spider and a wolf a wolf
as are personalities different to be
is not harmony
the unification on differences
and love
the clarity of someone opposite from ye
similar so similar
yet the same will never be
see life is an appreciation of differences to me
i say yay
that the same ye will never be
the black is the black the white is the white
oh how differently they think
so a dove is the key
how to think about someone differently
to love ones self in another self
is not the truth i bring to you
but rather
peace in ones heart is not found in the belief
that someone mind is the exact same as yours
but rather the thought
that everyone different could feel equal and loved
by yours
Differences and Heart

i was a rose
now i am a stone
water will wear me down
as the wind tore away at my flower
truly there was no peace
how does a storm subside
with no ill intents
but with remains with what was that lost
the warmth of the cold sunshine
stormy and forlorn
never seen, never found, never the way

The Sky is Blue
and so are your Eyes
if i could compare the two
i would say i Love Looking into your Eyes
as wide as the Great Blue
But your Eyes never see me though
do they You
A Saddened Heart
if only the Universe were True

Common as Pebbles
As Cold as Heavy Rain
The Warmth never Reaches
Those Left Undone
The Cold and the Lonely
Will Never be Found
So Bring a Little more Love
So That a Fearless Heart may Sing

Broken Hearts and Bonez
Tailbone to the Side
Ears Lost, Frowns Upside-down
Eyes High in the Night Sky
Around and In, but Never down
Crystal Diamond & Empty Wine Bottles
One Twin Tree to a New Way of Life
A Forgotten ***** never Loses Their Path
Destinyé Lost ~ Fortunes Found OxO

Freedom is always Fought
Freedom is always Unfelt
Perhaps if we could Misunderstand
that Freedom is a Beauty
To be Harmonized and Loved
enforced and dealt
we could begin to see
that Freedom is the Key
To Freedom itself should Be

Hearts are Broken Everyday
Six Angels Fly Low
Lavender Tails in the Wind's and Breeze's
A Doe's Ears Lost
Expressions of Love