words are
the
hands of clay
to
shape and form
the
vessel of God
who
dwells in the
spirit temple of Adam's
heart and soul
where
God spins dust into gold

nor peace that dwell below us
even in the depths of hell
let Satan hoisted
His bright sails of light and darkness
to all the ships that sail
voices sing out towards the dark wine sea
bring forth the ubiquitous blue light
from the melodic swing of the pendulum
while navigating through dark spaces
we need ice water to quench our thirst
without forgiveness to come this far
life in the inferno that burn like the sun
nor peace that dwell below us
shall ask to fill our cups with good

oh, love is wanting to say
while leading her heart astray
even though I'm willing to stay
the heart swirls in a wind parade
while love is asking to pray
that love not walk away
yet love is wanting to say

when
good is evil
and
evil is good
when
up is down
and
down is up
but
do not believe
what
you see
through
the
mirror of wickedness
just
because
the
devil is a liar
you
shall eat of the fruit
from
the
tree of knowledge

storm rain dripping
from the rooftop of
the old red barn
yet
lost in the
wilderness of the
Pierre Lands

bamboo butterflies drifting
across the Sea of Cortez
with windmill drifting
through fresh eyes
while chanting from
the Book of Songs
underneath the
soprano blue sky

you kick up your heels
then you flap your wings
honk your horn and
sing a giddy song
lord i ain't gonna let
nobody steal my joy
when joy comes in the morning