what
glassy eyes of
a ghost blue moon
that dwelleth
in the heart of
a black
velvet night

the pumpkin orange eyes
of the gray wolf moon
that howls through the
green fog of night
still
uplifted by the light

if we do not
get our
act together
on the
planet earth
we shall
encounter
a deadly
andromeda strain
and
come in contact
with a mutated
form of ebola
without any cure
thus
causing the
extinction of
mankind
death crosses
all racial lines
remember the
waring signs
of mother africa
the origins of mankind
we have
very little time
the canary in the mine

when thornbirds sing
we hold the
sharpest thorn
to our breast
sing the
highest note
from our nest
we sing
until the
rivers crest
then we stretch
our wings though
thick white clouds
we sing out loud and
finally we leave our nest

through
the captain's
eyes
where ships
crashed through
the strong tides
the stift seas
nor the
hallowed winds
we shall not
gossiped
about our
graves
to thee

Listen to me darkness
we climb through
this storm
we stumbles but
we do not fall
upon this
hallow
ground

the work of God
a cast iron bell
lives between
heaven and hell
that rings
several times
in the back of
your mind
a thousand times
a servant of God
well done
yet
well done
a thousand times

amber eyes
embedded
into the
steel blue wings of
the
fossilized butterfly

my piano
dreamed of
playing a
duet
with
Dvorak
and
Pavane
in the courtyard of
the queens of hearts
are you there

the
past
consist of
timepiece
fulcrum
and
flywheel
measure
the
humanity
and
soul of mankind

war is
the rotten
smell of meat
the maggots
underneath your feet
eat your tender soul but
replace war with peace
the smell of
pink carnations and
sweet bouquets
the sea of gold
we shall greet

i
shall not
quarrel
with faith
no  more
that
giveth
me
strenght
to
walketh
by faith
and
not by
sight
when
faith
have eyes
once more

our
love
now
from
the ground
one hundred miles
up
up
through
the
blue kangaroo clouds
from
the ground

who are
you really are
almond purple
said
the face of
the star

through every
nook and cranny
of our cosmos
is tingling
with a
cosmic beat of
drums and tambourines
while
stretching the fabric of
time space
faster than
the speed of light
while
the Gods
plant the seeds of life
through
every nook and cranny

life seems
so unfair
but
Lord
i know
you care
when
i hear
the sweet sound of
your voice
everywhere
only because
you sent me
a perfect windsong

giant silhouette patterns of
red-gray buzzards
stretch
their
elongated wingspan
and
hover effortlessly
above the
Cherokee white clouds
before
descending
and
dining
upon
the
bone-white carcass
souls of mankind

After
ministerial meetings and duties of
advisers
chancellors
administrators
magicians
and
court jesters
the majority of
the royal staff
decided that
the
royal king
is fit for a feast of
pheasant
wild geese
and
wild boar
fruit and drink
and
a host of jugulars and
fair dancing maidens
requested merriment of
the royal palace

the
night full bloom
where
we
witness
the
enchanted
Enceladus moon
yet
every star
we
make
upon
the loom
shall
bring
the
night in full bloom

lord
if
blind
i
shall
read
the
braille stars of
your
magnificent
creation
for
thou art wonderful

the Rock of Gibraltar
cast her shadow of the
blue gray baboon
who guard
the Gate of Africa

love
i
plant the seed
while
love
its
what
we need
yes
love plows
through
every storm
and
together
we
climb
the
mountain of love
in
our
warm embrace
and
only
love
begins with a seed

as my father reads
the morning journals
tasting fresh coffee
while, listening
to Pavane
there i stood
this i
truly know
that my
daddy loves
me so
because he
sent me
all the way
to the
university
where i earned
all of my college degrees
thus, a Rhodes Scholar
in academia
in following
all of thy dreams
all of thy passions
and i
love you more
daddy

what
tantalizing
pecan smile of
the
toucan's bill
a blend of
jet black
red
and
blue feathers
just
a pinch of
peach yellow
upon their chest
and
you can
hear them
chatter
while
they rest

upon
the airship wingspan
where
the yellow beak
herring gulls
drift
in nautical miles
and
touch the fingertips of
ocean waves
without
fear or doubt
but
rejoice in it
with
constant jubilee
where
they dwell
in
peace harmony
and
kinship
above water
above land
oh
heavenly father
praise God

i
always
wondered
why
the
wind drift
wallowed waled and howled
at
the
bloodshot
whiskey-eyed
wolf moon

lord you stitched
the quilt sky
to bless thy wings
that i shall fly
over the hills and
the valleys below

an hourglass break
her silence shield
that spiritual
dome of glass
thus weave
a sandstorm
that flows through
these mortel hands
not through temptation but
lean towards deliverence
that embrace the edge of time

stones
have souls
but
need
rays of light
to
receive
the
glory of God

light
cascades
through
the
glaciers of time
while
we
witness
the
wind parade
flow
through
our minds

faith
be
more than
just red brick
and mortar
but
the
cornerstone of
your soul

o gentle light
walk beneath
thy soul
in sight and
sit next to
thy lonely
heart
we pray
o gentle light

the
iron truth
does live
in
the heart
of Camelot
and
that precious metal
dwell
inside of him

well who does she think
she really is

wearing them ****** pink
hot pants again

well naked as a jay bird when
she is

talking to all them
strange navy sailor men

that come here from
the Aussie Lands

working for them
fancy Krugerrand

Lord we
be free now
but where
we gonna go
we got
to learn
how to
live with them
white folks
that took
us by force and
against our will
from Mother Africa
and brought
us here
to this country
called America
Lord, we
know that
freedom
cometh from
within

I love
her so
and she
knows that
ours soul
are bound
into this
black Ireland
ground
and there
i shall be
my lassie
found

yeah mama said
boy
you cann't
draw blood
from a
turnip and
don't let
the left hand
know what the
right is doing and
everything will
be ok
now
go get mama
her slippers
yeah
mama
you so crazy

words
we
twist and bend
make
the
backbone of
the
soul
are
the
same words
that
we
see again

let me find
this sweet
brook with
august light
in her eyes
where we
can go and
cast our sails
beyond the
sparkling stars
now that
we are
yearning to
sail away
through the
sacred hands of
the Byzantine sun and
that breakthrough
has begone

oh
what
color
is
the
storybook moon
while
she
filled
the
ink black night
with
her
ghost white balloon

the sun
lost
her light
the sky
without sight
the birds
without flight
your
maple smile
no longer
bright

writing poetry
make a clear
path for me
where i
shall lay down
my thoughts
cut through the pine tree forest
thus reserved that sanctuary
for my soul to flourish

at
the end of
the train line
ride the
little red caboose

oh lord
her
eyes
no longer lamps
for
the light to flow
her smile
that
dimmed river
that
we surely know

in other worlds
maybe it is possible
for
silicon-based
life forms
to evolved
into advance
insect societies
bacterial organisms
reptilian species
and carnivorous
plant life
so alien to our
human intelligence
however
the probability
that the chemistry of
the universe
comes in
different flavors
thus
alien life forms and intelligence
does not have to express itself
in anthropologic and humanoid
life forms
i wonder
if God rolled the dice
for suitable life in a multiverse
of synchronicity and duplicity
levels of existence

Gaelic moon
mirror image
reflected
in
the
eyes of the raven

windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the
hills of glory
some
purple red
some
green and gold
so alive
this time
oh
what beauty
we possess
as
we sparkle
underneath
the
silent sun
brings
the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

oh the
sweet beauty of
God's light
a spear
that we
hold tight
hurl it with
all of your might
the wind whispered
unto the goodnight