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

we
built
a
time machine
that
flies
we
traveled
into
the future
and
into the past
and
the
time machine
has
Orwellian eyes

starfish
rise
from
the
deep blue
ocean
to
reason
with
the
starry night

tallyho
tallyho
off to the
red forest
we shall go
to hunt
for
red tail fox
pheasant
and
wild boar
you know
tallyho
tallyho
and
to
the
good life
you know

between
the
road of
life and death
still
we walk
towards
the
road of clarity

trees open their hearts
to welcome home
the voice of
the thornbirds
that sings
their sweet melodies
across the
Holy Land
Lord let them rest
to build their nest but
most of all
let the thornbirds sing

What
Early Dawn
When
The
Bird-shaped clouds
Flap their wings
And
Sing out loud
sing
Every verse of
The
23rd Psalm
reach higher ground

needle and thread
is what she said
eight legs i need
to spin and weave
the spider's web
eight legs i need
to knit and stetch
a black and red
checkerboard sky

today belongs
to the Lord and
i give Him
all the glory
to find peace
to receive joy
in the morning
thus i
have been forgiven and
I am changed
for every mountain
that He makes
my faith shall cross and
my world is healed
Lord you can
count me in
thank you
sweet Jesus
hallelujah
hallelujah

oh what
brutal hands of love
endures
all the hurt and pain
shall
touch
thy heart
with
words of forgiveness

night
cleave
her soul
unto
the
relationship
between
light
and
dark
the
duality of
the soul

white kitten
with
honeysuckle eyes
played
endlessly
with
a
blue ball of yarn
and
eyes open wide

the crafty hyenas
laugh and giggled with
uncontrolled maddness
throughout the
coarse of the meal
as their
bone crushing teeth
ripped and digged
through the
flesh of
their shock prey
make their bellies full
conducted their hunt
in broad daylight
right in front of
the lion pride

Lord
when you
give me
my due
paint
my soul
in
pastel blue

I see
Shadows
In the gray clouds of
Angels
With
Bow and arrow
In
Their hands
engaged
in
the
naked battle
Against
The
Archangels
When
I see shadows
In the gray clouds

Yesterday
We borrowed
The the world
Spinning it fast
Like a red top
Tossing it
Straight up
in the
Sweet air
Like an orange kazoo
Then, we filled it up with
Lots of Alice-blue skies

do not let
the
amputation of your faith
cleave
nor
leave
your soul blind

peace
landed on
the battle
she said
no more
turn your swords
into plows

morning
glows
the sap
that
flows through
the channels of
the cherry maple
trees of Providence
gain their strength
from
the august light

sweet rain
comes from
the angel's heart
who shed
their tears
inside the
snow white
clouds
Lord
you can
feel it
in the air

be silent
be still
the soul
work its will
but quiet still

baby how are you feeling today
believe these words and
something i got to say because
i want you to feel
so much better ok
just listen to
my words expressed
in this kinda way  
baby open up this letter yoh
yeah i have been
saving up these words for sure
all these precious words
for you boo
yeah you know exactly what to do
well baby gurl outside
its cold in this world and
i am gonna be right there for yah gurl
to wrap my wings around yah
sail around the world with yah
share my whole wide world with yah and
i hope these words make you feel
so much better though
when my baby open up this letter yoh

The tiger moth
Wingless flight
Camouflage stripes
Sitting patiently
Waiting in the
Tall thick grass
Reading the braille
Stars of night
Asking the Lord
To bring back his sight

in the
cusp of heaven
is where
the sunlight dwells

thy soul
shall weep
in its cage
while
trapped
in
the hourglass of
time

there is a place
at
the
edge of
the
sacred sky
where
faith lives
deep as it is wide
i
just want to
thank
you lords
for
putting food
on
my table
and
for
putting clothes
on
my back
and
i
shall not want

wanting to soar and
nothing more
birds praying
at their nest
asking for
God's
encouragement
yes, we
are truly
blessed and
not giving up
on life's journey
preparing
for our
greatest
flight and our
greatest test
yes
wanting to
soar and
nothing more

ghost white
sycamore trees
in peace and solitude
that watch over me
i have this bond with thee
young autumn come take our leaves

against
white rapid currents
against
the strong
southern winds
against the
hurdles of
the clouds
against
all of the odds
when
we leap
as high
as we can
if
we go
upstream
as fast
as we can
we flap
our
fins and tails
and
there
we find
the
place of our dreams
if we
go upstream

love and hate
kindle the flames
in Judas eyes
go and live
in opposite
directions
shall
disappointed us
and
commit ******
that we
share this
same love

Bread or crumb
As we become
This part of me
Brings you and I
Together we
These hands
Together holds
As we build and pray
We pick up
Every fallen star
From the open sea
Deep wounds
Shall mend
Together we

In Brooklin
New York City
we ask for
or say
give me
a soda
but
deep down South and
in the
Southwest
we ask
for
a pop
when speaking
with
different dialects
across our
diverse nation
while speaking
with an
American accent
aint nothin'
like the Queen's
English and
how
'bout them apples

my soul
absord the
spectrum of light
thus
made of candle wax
what make
it still
burn for
you

Sunday jubilee
bringing sweet
chirping sounds
falling from
the sky and
seeing blue
robin eggs
nesting inside of
angel clouds

for a barrel
of *** and some
tabacco leafs
and the
Christain Bible
the Caucasians
have taken
the light
from
the People of
Color
Now
a
dead race
called
The *****

what
hail storm
dwells
inside
your soul
when
the heart
is truly cold

oh lord
we stand
shoulder to shoulder
we
fight for
our freedom
we
fight for
our home
give us
the
sweet glory and protection
give us
the
mountains
and
the
green valleys
oh
what a
beautiful lassie
she is
when
we look
through
her
green eyes
while
you
bring us
the
sweet smile of
Ireland
now
go lassie go
to
the place
that
we know
green Irish rose

light
the word God
thrusted
upon our
white sails
move
our ships
towards the
Sea of Galilee

at
the
center of
every
gray storm
is
the
bright glow of
willow brook orange
if
only
we
center the storm

Death shall
Breathe here
When sitting
In this qiuet
Electric chair

i am
lost
at the shores
of your
kindness
in the
stillness of this
quiet storm

jazz be the
improvisation of
musical notes
the root of freedom
and expression
that rings out
loud in the soul
that grows and catapults
throughout the
fields of gold
blossom in every direction
that mama may have
a child that knows
his gifts and inspirations
mastered all of their craft
in the sweet moonlight
can you dig it man

love flies on
right
through
your
heart window
where
love forgives you
and
love gives you
a second chance
to
ride along

time
does she
lives alone
all
by herself
an old
woman
who sits
in a
cherry wood
rocking chair
steadily
rocking back and forth
tick tock tick tock tick tock
and
time shall never stop

moonchild
rising
and
taking
a bite of
the moon

in the Land of Zanzibar
are Black souls
with bruises and scars
buried beneath
every planted magnolia tree
are the severed heads and
bodies of African slaves
who dared to look
at the Arab Women
are the seeds planted
through the bitter
hands of slavery
in the Land of Zanzibar

every
grain of sand
that
flows through
the
palm of
our hands
the
galaxy knows

autumn
make a hill of
orange leaves
while
jack o lantern
pumpkins
hidden
beneath
them
still