you make me feel like a Christmas piano /
your fingers play the way my heart speaks, right down to the beat /
fireside of crackling hewn timbers and smokey embers /
I am the fire, and you are the warmth of my desire /
hold me tight, and never let me go

dream catchers,
  dream makers,
    and children of the nation,
enable me to create more - please.
there are fireflies in July, wet grass by May,
  where the monkeys sway in the sky.
Samson and Ezekiel,
    Mary is a daughter,
Moses has his pain.
  Give thanks,
     to everyone and everything;
   especially everywhere.
         Love your neighbors,
   respect their wills, and
respect their testimonies.
I'll love you forever,
   even after I will die.
For dreams- they never stray;
   they won't ever go away,
but they change,
they change in the light of day.

sit next to me
in silence,
we shall converse
with our thoughts.

a blueberry sunrise
she's held up in his arms
mulitcolored daylight

the father kisses his daughter's cheek,
"promise you'll never leave me,
not even til the end of days."

"my love,
when I've
gone to Heaven,
these stars-
I shall sparkle
them for you."

I'm a killer.
a western shooter.
my triggers
mark your
final punctuation,
and six shots
are your
final sentence.
a lifetime taken
to justice.
gunpowder
is your kind of
a last meal.