Its not
So hard
For the
Tiger moth
To see
The light
In this flame
Remember that
You are golden
You are still gold

falling in love
clearing your eyes
breaking the seal
kissing the
weary lips of
love because
I know
how much
you fell about
this love in
the clearing
when we
break the
seal of
love

hope is a conversation
that twist and bend
through the sea wind
that plow
through the soul
that make priest men
that make the
holy sign of
uplifted wings again

steam engine white clouds
i
hear a symphony
sing out loud
and
the
mystical wind
break every storm cloud
and
turn
gray ghosts
Into
mortal men
when
the
clouds whisper
to me again

the essence of
he soul
you can feel it
in the air
that we breathe
the
sweet taste of
morning
cleaved in our
precious prayers
oh lord

today
i conquered
my fears
when
i
climbed up
on
the
high
dive board
and
calmly
walked to
the edge of
the spring
dive broad
then
i took
a deep breath
and
bounced up
with
a leap of faith
against
the
face of
the sun
and
then
i
surgical performed
the
triple
somersault
doubled back flip
hurricane twister
comin' home to mama
then back
to
my hometown'
in
Pocahontas-Alabama-Louisiana
on my way down
help-me-sweet-Jesus-lord
slam-dunk swam dive
into
the
cool and refreshing
living water
and
finally
i
splashed away
all of
my
hidden fears

to a broken love
uplift thy wings
to a broken dream
secure thy heart
to a broken promise
eyes that
smile again but
do not quarrel
with love this time

Irish
green-eyed
saints
sing
Gregorian chants
gray ghosts
that
write
their names
upon
the
wall of righteousness

the breath of it all
the colors of the fall
imagine it all
neighbors without walls
a real chance
to bring peace once again
when all the stars are aligned
in our hearts and in our minds
all the Glory must go to God
when all the stars are aligned

A poem
Is that
Fresco painting
In your eyes
Capturing the
Sweetness of
Your smile
When the same
Gray ghost
Is  painting
This poem, now

now
you toss
dem
raw chicken legs
in da ***
sprinkle some
spicy crack pepper
into her
a pound of
wild brown rice
some
sweet onions
some green peppers
some stiff celery sticks
cause
you just wanna
add some vegetable flavor
to her
now
you mess 'round
and
marinade her
with
some
apple cider vinegar
ok
you stir it up
good now
and
lickety split
alakazam
bada bing bada boom
boy
you got yourself
dis great
big ol' *** of ***** rice
it come
all da way
down da
Mississippi delta
into
da
Louisiana bijou
enjoy your eats
you hear

wearing the cloak of
court jesters, magicians
and time travellers
what is history
a cloud of ghosts
things of the past

red fruit bats
with
their
six-foot wingspan
migrate to central Africa
to
mate
then
gorge themselves
on
sweet succulent mangoes
where
fruit bats
hang upside down
bending the branches
breaking the leaves
in
the
jungle islands of
the
mango trees

the moon
the owl's light
that
flush out her prey
at night

when
night
cast her shadow
It
brings
the
illusion of night
again

the woman who stands
by the mirror lake
wears a red scarf
upon her swan neck
maple brown hair
moon shaped eyes
face as round
as the golden sun  and
i loved her so
her name is Mercedes

when they
land
in the snow
they surely know
how to
stretch their wings
and
write their
names in gold
then
all the blackbirds
know

night is
a jett black panther
with
whiskey yellow eyes
sitting
on its
hind legs
silently
waiting
for its pray

make my soul
flow
as wide as
the River Jordan
that give way
to an ocean of
Gregorian Chants

intergalactic-bubbles
diffuse through
dimensions of
space and time
brings
a cosmic
celebration of
the Gods

oh
what
joy and excitement
spring from
the
young boy
from
Davenport, Maine
then
he
clicked
both heels
together
after
he
captured
blue lightning
in a bottle

what
does it mean
to
be human
when
we
are ghosts
between
the lines
and
its
hard to explain
that
we
are all
connected instead

mommy
after you
finish making
this chocolate
layer covered cake
can i
just lick
the batter
trom the spoon

what march
through
the streets of
our terrified souls
then
step upon
ours
warm oven graves
the black leather boots of war

busy bee
buzzing around
in their
stripped
yellowjackets
just like
a yellow cab drivers
in and out of
crazy
New York City
beehive traffic
welcome
to the
Big Red Apple

red blue
and
green
water lilies
unfold
and
move the
wind parade
through
our
temple souls

Son, when
I am dead and gone,
Please do not
Bring me fresh flowers
That I cannot smell,
Have roses
That I cannot touch,
Play music
That I cannot hear
Just put me
In a white robe and
A pine casket, because
Mama going
Straight to heaven
To receive her blessings
Thank you sweet Jesus

Lord
i feel
your kind light
bend around tight
i feel
your power
i feel
your incredible might
that you bring me
a second chance
in sight
to paint through
my haunted past
tonight

the clouds
spread their
black and
orange trimmed
butterfly wings
performed a
sacred firedance
upon the eyes of
the golden sun
all because
clouds have wings

i
go where
i
must go
to
sprinkled
the
ashes of
my father
over
the
sacred lotus pond
and
the
phoenix
shall rise
from his ashes

my soul
******
upon
the
cliff of wales
while
flirting with death
again

we follow
the
truth
wherever
She goes
through
deeper desires
through
bitter cold
where
are the answers
truth
i
hear
your laughter

sweet is the light
every
birdsong
in
sight

we
ride it
until dawn
when
we
saddled up
the
gray storm

at the
family pinic
around
the 4th of July
the fresh smell of
buttered popcorn
and snow white
butterlies
in the
air that
i breathe
the last
golden summer

love
is an iceberg
that
cracks and howls
through
the
aurora borealis night
when
love is cold as ice
and
reflect her blue light

when
i
look through
the
children's eyes
i
see
a constellation of stars
while
their
dreams are
filled
with
a
starburst of light

love
it
shall not break
oh
love
you give and take
thus
love
it shall not wait
when
love
you
give and take

oh death
everywhere that
i glance
death take
her last stance
when you are
the merchant of chanced

lord
i
dip
my brush
into
this
can of paint
to
paint
the world
that
ain't

lord you stitched
the quilted sky
for my
blessed wings
to fly
over the hills and
the valleys below
i dwelleth
in your shadow
keeping faith
wherever i go

If day or night
i walk by faith
and
not by sight
while
faith is my vision
singing bright
yet
the wind uplift my kite
guide me Lord
with all of your might
i am here
in front of thee
what humble sight
in the presence of
your sweet light

white ships
crimson sun
gray sky
just begun
black
seabirds
bask in
the salty air
then
plung into
the soup of life
the mirror-ocean

the
howling
gray wolf moon
build
its
nest
among
the
black forest trees

your hands
blue
hummingbirds
we
sing at night

the
scent of peace
shall flourish
thus
seasoned
the
battlefields of war
when
i
am sure and still are
and
let
peace once more
remove
the
ancient scars of war

above
the
ocean tides
let
our
sails
hang high
oh
lord
the
sky is wide

Love is a rose
With
A
thorn
Buried
Beneath her smile
i
supposed
But
Aimed at your heart