what moves
the
holy ghost
through
our souls
tonight
when
we are
touched by
the
ubiquitous light

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

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

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

kneel down
before your God
and taste
this sweet blue rain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what speak of
the bright sun and
what does it provide
for us
faithful sun
on earth
you have given us
your last shine
your last breath
every bit of
your light

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

white-tailed deer
frozen in time
stretch their
long graffe necks
to smell the scent of
a winter's storm

is there
a Judas
among us
the
last super
begins
with the
priceless kiss and
thirty shekels of gold

the white
cotton clouds
somehow
faithfully show
their
spiritual completeness
then comes
the sweet blue rain
that wash away
all the pain

when the
crisp blue sky
glistens
with
her smile

if
an
empty sky
fill
it
with
butterfly wings

what glee
and gleam
i dream
a dream of
the crescent moon
at night
that hang from
starry sky in sight
the neon white smile of
black and purple
stripped cheshire cat
that ask
who are you
before he
fades away
with delight
on the
otherside of night

ghost white moon
with
her
mongoose smile
waited
for
the
cobra night to strike
and
bloom
along the River Nile

the hungry heart of an eagle swells
determine to soar but
still carves out a path
for the soul once more
with wings that carry her
from shore to shore
through thick white clouds
yet the hungry heart of an eagle swells

take my body
take my sight
but
all i
have
ever wanted
is the
lasting light

peach cobbler winds
push the
sleepy yellowjackets
across
the bright
wide orange yellow
poppy fields
toward the
sparkle green
emerald city
in the
land of oz
when
we follow
upon the
yellow brick road
the
flight to oz

lord
my soul
still
tide to
them
trees
where
every lynching
that
would be
and
blue daffodils
as
far as the eyes
could see
but
up yonder
lord
we
made it through
both
you and me

]This jive
You call
Jazz and my
Mama use to say,
It sounds
Like pots
And pans banging together
Just ripping and
Running down
These narrow streets
Boy, you better
Learn how to read
Dat music and tell
People somethin’ ‘bout us colored folks
Cleo, dat Banjo and dem bongo drums
Come straight out of mother Africa

in
every beat of
the
hummingbird's wing
reveals
the
hand of God

breckenridge sky
resonating or rendering
through your
shepard blue eyes
oh faith
how i know
you how
deep mirror of
shepard blue eyes

the
sea
buckled
our knees
as
we sailed
through
the
straits of Gibraltar
and
on
Our way to
the
sea of Galilee

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

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

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

good and evil
thus
intertwined
are
the
main ingredients
that
make
the
red brick and mortar
cornerstone
yet
whispered through the soul

Love finding
Her sweetest reward
Dancing on the
Edge of her heels
Running through wild poppy fields
Flying inside  
The
Wind Parade
Turning clouds into lemonade

lightening
that crackles
and pops
resembles a
wild stallion
that i ride
until she is
broken in

well here she comes
Mrs Mcgrady
wearing her Sunday best
mango orange chiffon hat
baby blue
white-flowered dress
lemon-yellow scarf
draped around her neck
burgundy red comfortable shoes
now clutching her sacred
King James Version Bible
tellin' folks
thank you sweet Jesus
for all of the blessin'
ask God for forgiveness
and He will save you
like clockwork
every Sunday
Mrs McGrady arrives
to church and prayer service
singing about her
how she found sweet Jesus
now Lord have mercy
in the amen corner
well Mrs McGrady
is music coordinator
and she
plays the piano
for the church choir
while
singing heavenly off key

the oracles of light
a symphony in sight
transform herself
into the
Aurora Borealis
let down
her maple hair
we share the
same starry night

the spirit of seeing
the reflection
of God
wearing
His majestic
purple robe
knowing
that there
is a
true God
lord i see
your halo

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

life
a bell
wherever
it dwells
that
ring of
joy and happiness
a bell
that ring of
liberty justice
and
freedom
through
good men
that do
good works
and
good deeds
with
their hearts
and
with
their hands
must do
these deeds
again and again
where ever it dwells

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

people of Haiti
why are
your hands
still tied
behind your
backs
holding on
tight to
the slave
master's gate
this flame
of hope
shall not
escape
when we need
this chance
to change

bending our hands
so graciously
we are
the tender
leaves of autumn
and still
believing
there is a
quiet place
for us
to pray

willow weeds
still whispering
gathering at
the marsh
bending
Leaning
Learning
Listening

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

the soul
unmasking itself
making replicas of
its reflection
be silent
be still

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