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Voodoo man you amaze me
With your magic sticks
And honest tricks
You who enslaves
Souls from the grave
Fears with mirrors
Capture love with a bottle
Coins in your pocket
Yet beware of tomorrow
And all her sorrows
Time will not obey

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Indian soul I want your bow
Weapon of peace
Instrument of thieves
Gift of the gods
Curse of the slaves
Children of fate
Wait
Revenge finds thee
Sets you free
Rest now

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I hear the quiet cry, inside a sleeping sigh
Whisper of toxic love
Promising to rise once again
“I will touch the sky
I am heaven’s fiery thrown”
Creating electric storms
You see the lightning grown.

042211
Here it is all I’ve ever known
Like a treasure lost and gone
To the sea the Pirate pleas
Curse the Maker!
The early light breaks and hits
Your skin just right,
I know I’ll miss the things
We said, the blankets soft a nice warm bed,
Stay a little longer.
Darkness cannot touch a burning fire!
Dripping down my legs we melt together…
Waxed out with all the pleasure.

It’s late and I do not know you
You unknown thing that searches my scribbles
For meaning—direction
Language is key to communication
You are my voice that’s stuck in my fingers
Dumb
Close your mind and think

My whole life I’ve been fighting control,
Now I’m just looking where to go.
I could choke with the words I wish to speak;
Looking for direction while moving my feet.
This path I walk alone yet the fence is where I sleep.
Laying my head to dream or weep.
Roaming and asking why I was a young fool;
Loving to much, and not living like I should!
There’s so much more to unfold
Traveling dear old wandering soul.
Be yourself and “BE ALL YOU CAN”
Sometimes its ruff on the roads
These days, living Life day by day.
Riding the mountains back across the peaks of green
Like a wrinkled blanket shallow and in small heaps.
The simple beauty left me feeling
Breathless, apart of everything and
Content. Not like my city friends
Where I pass by invisible to all.
My heart has been struck by a thunderbolt.

Who knew the soft breeze
Was merely a tease
And sunrise a false fire,
The waters once calmer
Inviting and promised
A siren’s calling horror.
Quiet Lake a liar,
liar.


My God has watched the wind turn and many a son die, though I did not pay attention to deaths jealous eye.
The shock grasps and pulls until you know its true,
The best of us was taken
And I was left to you
The shadow on his chin in that early golden glow,
stuck inside the tent I did not know.
That the paddle of their canoe through the calm breeze would be
the last I’d see--
Island time clocks slow like a grief as it grows and regret in often company.
Who gives a **** island was stretched from shore to shore,
Divided by that cold wet demon
A womb of lost children, a watery graveyard.
All for smoke and fire they paddled their canoe
One beached on land like a salty sailor
The other exiled to hells blue.

The tragedy—whose heart weighted in gold left my copper soul rusted, the brakeman sold the purest human I’d known and grief clocks slow when you keep waiting for his body to surface.

Kicked out of Rehab
They won’t let me go,
Oh I don’t know about this place
No more games-says doctor Wise
And all the like-you are alone.
Oh like a moan
You’re grown then your old
Just in yesterday,
But I say “Hey!” look to the sun
Where light always shines and
The moon she goes again
Full then shallow,
Small then like a shadow
A phantom in the day
Oh just like a rose petal in May,
Nothing about the clock looks the same.

Just a sandy pirate stealing my dreams
and I watched the Kraken sing,
waves crashing to destroy order
chaos laughing at my failure.

Just finding gratitude in a melody that
cleaned shame and inadequacy.
But also nightmares and shades
haunting my security, like a pac-man to his ghost meat.

Taunting the hope in side that it would subside
A dream within a dream within a dream....