gray
granite moon
where
we
plan
to build
the
first colony
soon

sometimes we whither away
in the sweet game of life but
love teaches us
more than that
thus we find a way
to mend the ships
and the sails of life
beyond the years of yesterday
if we continue
to have faith and courage but
let the heart say yes
then everything will be okay

black and white
zebra stripes
what fill the
speechless sky
but
the fingerprint of God

while
the
icicles chimed
the
weight of
Cherokee
white snow
cascaded
then
avalanched
through
the
joyful pines

death make the footprints of evil
that ignorance shall lead the blind
o ye devil wait for the kind
when Satan plays the red fiddle
let every fool dance and wiggle
through the ring of fire
time after time
return to the muck and the mire
o ye devil wait for the kind

what
maketh
light
leap
through
your soul
like
a red gazelle

love is the lighthouse
the lighthouse
that shades
the soul
when your tears need trust
when your heart is cold
when the light unfolds
when the light
guides your soul

what is
our
inheritance
when
blind souls
capture the spirit
and
do
acts of kindness
for
the
love of humanity

hope
dwells
in
the deepest well
where
hope use to live
now
swallowed up
by spring
if
we let hope breathe again

Faith
Ask my heart
To
Be
The
drum major
That
Lead
The
Wind Parade
Through
The
valley of death
without
any fear

the
wandering eyes
the
weary howls of
the
gray wolf
lean
towards
the
Wolfpack Moon

let the passion of
an indigo
blue night
bring out
every
ounce of
starlight

when we
finally
get old
the leaves
start to fall
from the trees
not as gold but
the eyes lose their sight
the knees begins to buckle
still we get old in the fight but
where esle shall we go and
what dwells
inside or below
lives the
foutain of youth
that we know and
there is a place
where we
shall go

what happens
when
a horsefly
lands
on the
rear end of
a full grown bull
or
a blind
*******

time
is able
to run
across
the
enchanted sea of uncertainty
on
its hind legs

how
do we
mearsure
the soul
where there
is no begininng
where there
is no ending
only through
good deeds
and
good works
to determine
its worth

lord
i
fall to my knees
with
faith
that
i
believe
in
yet
every star
that
i
see
some red
some blue and some green
yes lord
my
faith heals me again

let me tell you of my story
war is full of pain and glory but
if you know how to shed thy skin
then you shall know how to conquer men
shed thy skin to walk in grace
then let God take you to a higher quiet place
blaze the road with truth and light
cloak thyself in starry night
wings of steel hurled through the sun
bless thy swords in the battlefields
one by one
lead your men through a ring of fire but
always remember how to shed thy skin

truth hides
her black thorns
i proposed
yet unblemished
is the face of
the white rose

cherry wood
cedar tree
what make
the humble spirit
inside of me

windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the hills
some purple red
green and gold
so alive
this time
o what beauty
do they hold
as we glow
underneath the
silent sun
brings the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

the
soul of a songbird
live
through
its
wings
and
make a covenant
with
the
sacred sky

Lord
at the
water's edge
tonight
light
dampened
her tone

at
low tides
i
shall see
the
mermaids of Atlantis
with
their
ocean blue eyes

songbirds
sing
through
the
tips of
their
wings
every word
that
we sing
oh lord
uplifted
again and again

what
heart
still
beat
in
my chest
when
i
kissed
the
sweet lips of death

our souls
living inside
these clocks
hanging on
stiff walls
become
the hands
moving time

wisdom
brings
forth the
source of light
which lead us
from darkness
master the purpose
and know
the oneness of God

catch the light
without
your hands
to love and hold
but
within
your mind
and
through
your soul
where
dreams are
made of gold

ignite
the soul of
a songbird
that do
good deeds
that do
good works
for mankind
and
we shall
knight him
in the
name of
sweet glory
if you can
o Lord
this humbe man
we found among them

the
highest notes
are
gray and gold
the
heart
plays
the
flute
for soul

the clapping hands
of the soul
mirrored mosiac eyes
once out of nature
than back again
resting upon
this solid ground
i have finally found

thy soul
a long-winged
shorebird
rest
to build
her nest
where
heaven's gate

Night is a map of
The mind
Filled with stars and
Shaped by
The hands of time
Let this night
Rest in your mind

in the
silence of the storm
young butterflies
come together
to keep warm
rest their bodies
in the arms of
the white sycamore tree
and they go there
to be out of the storm
young butterfly wings

we
catapult
though
the sky
and
the valley low
we
climb
the
mountain high
just
you meet me
on the moon
you and i

Lord
pour me
a cup of
vintage light
to see
all of thee
in the
starry nights

what
gives
mankind
the
strength
and
the
courage
to make
their souls
stronger
then
steel or stone

slaves
on a slaveship
named Jesus
human cargo
bound for
the new world
God's children
stolen from
the arms of
Mother Africa
oh Lord
thou shall not
let our souls
be shaken again

the mind
is map of
island souls
that consist of
deep eliptical
tunnels and channels
that
intersect and
transcend
upon itself
thus
carve out
spacetime
for the
wind soul

Lord loosen
my lips and

heal this soul because

my heart is drowning
in a sea of fear and doubt

when faith wants
to let me go

where is the light
in the eyes of the storm

what maketh a man
the gifts from the Gods or
the boundaries of his heart

we ride upon
Neptune's shoulders
to seach and capture
all the
secret bastions of truth
and gain
clear passage
through the
dark wine sea

through
a path of
righteousness
faithfulness
and
forgiveness
thy heart
need
a Shepard
that
leadeth me
through
the wilderness

priest
wear
their
fashioned robes
thus
made of cloth
by
mankind
while
a moth
to a flame
when
priest
thus
made of
cloth

tonight the
coy moon
waltz with
the gray moon bat
about one million
in flight
that flock
through the night
using sound
for their sight
not shoulder to shoulder but
wing to wing

even though
we are continents
separated by
vast blue oceans but
we stay connected
through the
bridge of humanity
each and every one of us
every atom every star
every island near or far
faith draws her maps
that guide us
upon every shore
that is our story
yes amazing grace
how sweet the sound

still
buried
in
this
hallow ground
the
dissonant
souls of war