mighty winds
that witness
the crossroads of heaven
uplift my angel wings
i want to fly
through the Kingdom of God
beyond the crossroads of heaven

happiness is an
invisible force
galloping like a
wild black stallion
across the
ancient fields
of Shangri-La

lord
you put
diamonds
in
my soul
and
now
i
feel so bold
everything
i
touch turns to gold
you make me smile
because
you put
these
diamonds in my soul

winter
thirst
for
the
choral
sounds
of
the
icicle
chimes

the light brigade of
green
army ants
march
upon the
yellow brick road
towards
the
Emerald City
to ask
the Wizard of Oz
to
put more courage
in
their hearts

the royal blue sky
said
today i am alive
soothe her soul
with
pink cotton candy clouds
thus
made a wind parade
to ease her soul
then
she said out loud
i can feel it
in the air
today i am alive

i
looked into
her
jasmine eyes of
the
yellow bamboo river
where
my
soul was hypnotized
from
her
mysterious laughter

wind
seeking
wisdom
from the
gray
Stonehenge
Land of stones

hey big daddy dude
i sure like
your baby blue eyes and
i sure like your lean style
i wrote this
little drug poem somehow
hey broham
can you do
a little something for me
right now
just bring me a phat bottle of
that cold ****-juice and
some of that
smooth dom perignon
oh yeah
something is going down
at the Paris Hilton Hotel Plaza
can you dig it big daddy
my crazy cat brother
where life is so grand
man i am just sitting
up on top of world
riding up on six white horses
as i drive in my pink-****** cadillac
so welcome to my world
inside the big white house
full of diamonds and pearls
the whole enchilada girl
yes white coke in every room
this ain't some coke in a can
yes we are having a big fundraiser
yeah its party time up in the cut
fifty thousand dollars dreams but
brother man
set it out on the red carpet floor
turn on the groovy and the juicey
psychedelic lights somehow
roll out the big bowl of chili now
the big bowl of white coke and
you are still a bad girl now
have some white coke and a smile
taste some white coke with your fingertips
then snort some white coke up our nose
add some heron with some blow and
through your veins is where it goes
your eyes open then close and
you come riding up on six white horses
look man this is so groovy
like a ten cent movie and
no more **** pain
when we get coked up again
roll out the Benjamins
to climb up that phat hill
Jack and Jill
can you do
something for me
let the white lady in

black is gray
and
gray is white
black velvet canvas
your stars
so bright
while
i paint
a picture of
this watercolor
night

while
one quarter of
this
world erased
and
nothing left
but
the
breakthrough moon

lord
i
am alive
because
you
color
all of my dreams
with
your
watercolor paintbrush
upon
the
soul and flesh
outside of the lines
and
i
swear it

stars
we are
the neon
lanterns of God
walking through
the galactic
stairway of night
watching over the
civilization of mankind
for this is why we shine

Lord let
me become
proficient in
my craft and do
good works and
do good deeds
thus spread
joy and happiness
towards mankind
let faith carry me
to the
sweet shores of heaven
where my heart sing and
be glad in it thus
meditate in
the power and
the glory of his word
in faithfulness
in forgiveness
in mercy
and in service
yet be
proficient in
my craft

tantilizing eyes
Wings made of silk cloth
Sarcophagus of the soul
Attracted to
The
candle's flame
Behold
The
Gypsy Moth

the
copper dragonfly
unfold
its
transparent wings
drift
over
the
sleepy willow brook

starry night
rest your wings
upon a branch
while
the restless
ravens bloom
this night
a second chance

thus freedom
are those
who fought
and died
to gain
a piece of
the American Pie
thus
a concept of space
where
we carve
out our place
capitalism
makes us slaves
in the
gray world of democracy

this is
where i begin
yes  i hear
your voice
in the wind
i am standing
strong and steadfast
again
yes, grateful
in this
perfect peace
and still
growing in
your divine will
so, here
i am
a part of
this world
and this
brotherhood of
man,because
this is
where i
begin

sky
wears
her
beautiful
blue scarf
and
pink ash rose dress
appeared
through
my
fresh eyes
To
Witness

Dear Lord, how can I connect with this poem and make it my own?

Does it need new wings to soar like an eagle in the sky? Should it sing in the halls of cathedrals, bridging the gap between the spiritual and physical worlds? Or should it take root in my heart and grow strong and vibrant?

May these spiritual words flow through a beating heart and a gentle hand, finding their way onto the page. Let us make a covenant with this poem to bring it to life and share its message with others.
take root, growing strong and
vibrant, or, should it be ripe
and ready for harvest?  
  
So, let these spiritual words  
flow through a beating heart,  
a gentle hand and sacred pen.
scribe to bare witness on paper,  
thus to make a covenant with thee.

mama said
you know
somethin' boy
God
made
them
pretty
dimpled mountains
for us to admire
just
like he made
them
pretty
little green apples
hang on them trees
now boy
go get mama
her slippers
and
a glass of water

when you just smile
you take
control of me
for a while and
the starry night
that glow
so naturally
when your smile
takes flight
across the
galaxy and
you have
your way with me
and it
shall bring
this love
between
you and me
i am
still sure
when you
just smile
so brilliantly

love
with
her red umbrella
dangled in the air
like a red pinata
balanced herself
and
walked across
the
thin spaghetti tight-rope
with
her frighten soul
suspended in the air
upon
her
tiny tippy toes
high in the sky
like a slippery *****
unready for death
where
love at her best
is
a
different breed of cat
i
must say
with
her
nine lives to spare
but
still
she survived

The connection
Between the color of
Our skin
Is an illusion of
The spirit
The deeper truth
Is buried
In the
Heart and soul of
A man
Remove the
fear and doubt
Push ignorance
aside
So look
At me
Again

Through the
Hills of Spain,
Pink and white
Cortez flowers
Adorning the
Enchanted blue windmills
Underneath this gray December sky
Are Don Quixote and his esquire
Poncho, riding through the Spanish flames

the
sound of stars
are
eaglets
that chirp
from
their nest
because
we are made of
star stuff

power is
an afrodesiac
that we consume
thus absolute power
corrupts and seduces
pharoahs and kings
to crush their enemies but
land and soverienty
we shall own
these things
the wise kings
ask for wisdom
to keep
their throwns and
fulfill their
reigns and promises
to rule
their kingdoms
succeed in victory
or perish
their domains
that shall
be done nor
life or death
stand alone but
real power
shall make
things happen
in this world
we sail alone

One day, if I could open my eyes
and watch you walk through
the sweet blue rain, and
wash those tears away.

If I could open up my eyes, and
watch you wear those same
cotton blue jeans with that
cute white blouse, and
tell those cotton candy clouds
to splash sweet blue rain,
into your heart

The fresh scent
of sweet blue rain
bring April showers, and
flowers sell in the marketplace.

Well, a funny thing happened this Sunday,
on our walk through Palomino Park;
I noticed some things that you do
with your sweet blue smile.

Loving you may take some time.
Let’s take a walk again
and fill an empty heart,
with sweet blue rain.

where
the
gray doves
play hide and seek
the
scent of dawn
underneath
the
pecan trees

we walk upon
our
tippy toes
through
pink
cotton candy
clouds
when
we laugh
out loud
to express
our love and joy
for God
when
angels have
purple wings

a night
in Tunisia
where
my soul
turns
indigo

glory
is nothing but
a name
when we
stand
on this
podium of fame
all the lies and
all the shame
for just
one minute of fame

what
quarter moon
unmask
the
neon white
grin of
the
cheshire cat
who wears
orange and black
tiger stripes
from
head to tail

the pharaoh's
tomb whispering
to the
constellation of
Cassiopeia
saying that
i am ready
to take
this journey

lightning quick
from
side to side
the
mongoose
dance
from
counter clockwise
then
bites the cobra
behind
its
snake eyes

the
scent of
rotten meat
and
burning flesh
the
whiskey smiles
and
bloodshot eyes
as
we waltzed
into
the
dark dungeon of death
then
we waltzed into hell

the crest of
mountains
are
sleepy cottonwoods
bath
in the rays of
the
cherokee sun

one thousand
blackbirds
peppered the
magenta blue sky
with their
jett black wings
crisp skylight
and
the
voice of the wind
something so beautiful
that
make all of
the
blackbirds bend and sway

the star
Constellation of Pegasus
stampede
through the night
down the
Milky Way
road
tonight

blue light
June
fireflies come
here soon
thus
to light up
the
water's edge
with their
blue moon wings

our soul
once
separated
by
the
ocean
and
the
sea
i want to be a part thee
while
shepherd
by
the
kenning light

Yes, words are the magic elixir
Embracing the soul,
And words turn objects into gold

Do words beat like the wings of
A restless hummingbird,
While men plot
With sharp draggers
To capture it

Words teach us valuable lessons,
Because words know how
To give and receive

Words live through every hurt,
Through every pain,
Because, they
Have no self-conscious fear
Of flight

Do words know how
To give and receive

The answer is always yes

love is sure
with our
backs against
the wind
we are more
then just friend
lover until the end
kites twirl on a string
we sail the world again
in spite of everything
love be simple and
love be pure
thus love is sure and
that love endures

coral starfish
gather we
reflecting
skylight
from the sea
make this
world of change
for me

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

Red kettle
Beat your drum
and
Let it be
Thy will
Be done

sweet and green
as this grass
grows freely
on the hills of Ireland
all of heaven’s
glow unbound
shoulder to shoulder
grant me this
wish aloud
upon our kinship
be this
unshakable bond
bring this
heaven's glow
unbound