let me
visit your heart again
yes
the
old dustbin
it no longer filled
with
love and  trust again
but
it sits there
only to rust
and
dim the light within
let me
visit your heart again

the
heart
is
the
factory of mankind
the
heart
it revolves
around the sun
through time
where
the
heartbeat as one
and
the
heart
is
the
reservoir of love
but
the
heart
fills
the
ocean and the sea
with love
while
the heart
is
a
candle of serendipity
that
wax and wane
but
burns inside of me

I was
the first
to cry
when daddy died
lying there
so peacefully
in his
sweet chariot casket
i give him
so much grief
being the
youngest boy
in the family
always competing
with my older
brothers for
daddy's affection
oh, what
laddy i was
mischief knows
me well
as long as i live
on the face of
this earth,
your son will
earn his due, first
yet prove his worth but
not deny that
i was the
first to cry

Bring me flowers
To my coffin
Put earth in it
Plant seed in it
Nourish me
With warmth
And sunlight
Death in it
Life in it
Engage these things
In splendid fashion
Bring flowers
To my coffin

what is beauty
that coalesce
the spiritual
attraction of
that sweet sunlight
when you sparkle
at your best
aiming
through the
leaves and
the branches
then comes
all the rest
converging
between our
sacred souls
down here
on this
sweet earth

you are
a fake
a charlitain and
a fraud
indeed
you really
have no powers
at all
just an ordinary man
at best hand
a magician
from a caravan
who stands behind
a fake
green curtain and
pressing
green yellow
and red buttons
who are you
Mr Oz

if God
dwells
in
thy soul
then
let Him
turn your dust into gold
His footprint
shall not fade away
but
give honor
and
glory to God
i
must say
faith
shall
let
His footprint stay

lord
when
i am alone
your word
keep me warm
while
you
whispered in
my ear
when
the
rainstorm
is near

night walks
the cat
with her
Cheshire cat's
smile join
the crescent
moon in the
sovereign eyes
of the Moors

war
is
the craftsmanship
upon
the battlefield
war
brings
her precision of
evil
death
and
destruction
when
we fight
against
God's will
war
brings
her precision
upon the
battlefield

stars
sparkle
through
the
night
some
bluer
than
a robin's egg
some
ready
to hatch

black is a mirror
of myself
a high level of
achievement
excellence precision
perfection wisdom
knowledge
equality liberty
freedom and justice
black contains
every color
of the rainbow
black is the soul of night
black is the highest
level of spirituality
and consciousness
black is full of life and not death
while you get
your spiritual blackness
from the sun

lord
i
want
trust and peace
in
my life
no more delays
no more strife
i'll
just say yes
i will obey
my life is yours
you are the answer
oh lord
i am
forever grateful

the truth
is
a cast iron bell
that
the worlds
desires
to ring
as loud as she can
with
a story to tell

The streets of Pompeii
All pave with gold

Listen to the wind,
Hear your soul

When streets
Are paved with gold

lightning tapping
her tambourine
dancing to the
pulse of God
striking through
ambient clouds
tasting earth again

ocean waves
embedded
in our veins
a steady clap of hands
sticks beat upon
the hollowed drums
the sound of cymbals
and tambourines
ocean waves
are full of rhythm and song
witness
the
timekeeper of
the universe

what
bends
the
arc of history
only time
does that
the
choice
to understand
forgiveness
love
and
compassion
even in our dreams
and
waking state
thus
great men and heroes
have
eyes of Camelot

what
path
to god
the road
least taken
while
gospel green lanterns
light
the
stairway
to
heaven

oh the sweet
rain drops
that fall
unto the
earth's domain
thus make a
quiet sea of ringlets
upon the soul
shall fill the empty void

black birds
mastered
the
art of
high wired
type rope
perch
themselves
among
the
high-pole
telephone wires
there
we walk with grace
make
a string of
black pearls
while
we call back home
through
the
telephone lines

war
begot
the
broken sky
who
would not perish
nor
could not die
but
reveal
more sky
for
these
wings to fly
where
sky would flourish

cats
the
color of
gray storms
marigold yellow eyes
array antenna shaped
white whiskers
patiently
sit
and
wonder
about
the
future of
their
nine lives

nothingness
quantum fluctuations
space vacuum
singularity
big bang
energy
gravity waves
matter
spacetime
no beginning and
no ending
the ocean of the cosmos

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
the breakthrough
has begone

after
we
sacked
the
City of Carthage
the
Roman Soldiers
attended a wild feast
thus
fit for a king
and
we drink
and
eat the king's meat
but
we didn't
shared any of
the
***** nor bounty
among the men

chromatic stars
sing your chorus
so full and so bright
spread your cosmic wings
through the Milky Way tonight

the bitter sweet
taste of love
the sweetest fruit
to be plucked
from above
rest upon the
highest brenches

captured
here
in
the storm
lord
your mercy
is
what
i
need
i
give you
all the praise
here
i
am
while
your embrace
it
keeps me warm

today
i wrote
a letter
to the sky
soul against flesh
both you and i and
here we cleaved our nest

the heart
that beat
in your chest
do not quarrel
with the soul
love sprint through all

out-stretch wings
and
stiff
broad sail
gathered
its bearings
what guide
the
red tail hawk
full flight
across the
iron rail

the
empty souls of night
is
where
i
share
my
green lantern
so bright

a stampede of
snow owls and
wild caribou are
the calling of
the ghostdance

kneel down
before your God
and taste
this sweet blue rain

Cambodian rice fields
where
dragonflies make love
while
we
dance on
the
moon river

Oh sweet night
We shall ask
The black moth
Why do we
Flirt with
An empty
White grave

what
lays
beneath
the
angelic haze
the 
icy moon of
Enceladus
witness
the spiritual
ocean of
thick eggnog
sprinkled
with
strange
brown nut n egg
materials
what
bitter sweet
time to explore
our planets
the
quest
we shall not compromised

hell is a place of
darken doors
full of
claw-basket
evil-minded souls
where the clients
ask to drink of ice water
i am still sure
but
generosity and compassion
does not exist anymore
but
Satan still sit
on the thrown
even more

as the days
gone by
the sky
fades
into a
blue rose of
affection
i offer
to you

another chance
to heal this world
another branch
to grow stronger than
another reflection of
you in the mirror and
i shall not
be afraid because
Lord all things
are for my good
to grow stronger than

with their
percision wings
thrush
swoop tumble
and swing
through
silhouette clouds

the blue
gray clouds
rolling
in and out of
royal blue sky
nor breaking
their silents
said i
before the
high tides

where to find
the Pushkin moon
night bring thee
a thornbird soon and
from her throat
sings the highest note but
where to find
the Pushkin moon

oh what light
shall brighten
up the
stars of night
until
you hear
a whisper
from
a storm
in sight

Machiavellian
placed
a
thorn
in
the red rose
for
the deceivers
nonbelievers
and betrayers
of leadership

Songbirds bathing
In
the
liquid sun
spacing themselves
evenly
upon
the gray
telephone lines
still
one by one
while
praying and receiving
the
lord answered
their
calls from above
well
ain't that a good new... praise God

when
i look up
at
the
starry night
i ask myself
where
do i
fit in
the light
that
shines within

Oh
Love
If
Not
The surity of
Our
Dreams
Nor
A bed of roses
Then
Love is a game
That
We play
But
We
Do it anyway

it was almost love
when
i
was thinking about you
who
put this poison
upon
my lips
and
you ripped through
my soul
when
i
was thinking  about you
it was almost love
i
still want your kiss