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

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

the tenticles of lightning
tickle the soul
the face of fear
now in controlled
we hear them
laughing in unision
at the
jackal-eyed moon

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

gray goose
flight agaisnt
uplifted sky
now set free
their kite wings high
that honk
their horns
while going home
through speechless
blue sky

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

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

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

Lord
we came
in the
belly of slave ships
where
our
African People
were forcefully
kidnapped abused
***** murdered
and tortured
before and after
the long journey
to the New World
even though
we are
the
direct descendents of God
Children of The Sun
Black Gold
the
aboriginal man
the lie
spread around
the world
the curse
upon
the
Children of Ham
oh
Lord
we
come a mighty
long way

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

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

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

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

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

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

winter
thirst
for
the
choral
sounds
of
the
icicle
chimes

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

pastel autumn leave
swell then
we scattered
upon the ground
pumpkin orange
a blend of autumn red
hear the leaves
whisper the name
of Pavane instead
that remind us of
a watercolor dawn

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

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

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.

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

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

the
crafty
woodpecker's
beak
is both
hammer
and
nail
between
the redwoods
and
the pines

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

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

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

impossible dreams
to scale those heights
while
maple mountains
in our sights

when there
is nothing
left

that hangs
upon
this wall

without breath

what make
the soul
a cold
picture frame
of death

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

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

morning weaved
the
morning's dawn
remembers
the
forgotten love
in
your heart
to say
good morning love

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

morning bliss
when the
sparrow sky
that guide
our wings
through the air
be filled with
the song of
your sweet glory and
thus forever faithful
yes Lord i will obey

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

Night is
A black cat with
Moonshape eyes
Walking gently
Across this
Sweet blue
Serengeti sky

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

death
be not
a second chance
but
a dance
in a
three ring circus
high wire act
while you
stumble and
then you fall

when
scattered light
is what
feeds the
coral reefs of night

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.

hypnotized
by
the
steady light
through
the
eyes of
the
gypsy moth
locked
in
a  deep trance
around
the
flames of night

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

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