It was the year of optimum technology. Manufacturers were cranking
out musical baubles with motions detectors that rang out with music
and song jubilation, at the tip of a human wave or shuffle.
Every household sheep ran out to buy these amusing novelties.
It wasn't long before the big recall. They were deemed annoying
by the public.  "We can't talk over them.  They got a mind of their
own."  Soon they were all returned to the store.
So the distributors hired  a slewing  of personnel  to deliver all the
baubles to the forest and abandon them there in an old shack.
On Christmas day as the world slept by the silenced buzz of their cel,
one sad lumberjack braved the dawn and went out to cut a fresh tree
in the woods.  He closed the door behind him, leaving a deaf child
clutching a doll and an old ratty mouse named Nicky.
With every swing of his ax he heard a ring a ling ding, ding a ding ****.
It was coming from the old shack, and it got louder with every chop.
Ian walked into the shed and saw the most adorable baubles laying
pine coned on the floor. He carried an armload of them to his truck
His thoughts were miles away. Thinking how sad it was that his daughter
Cora could not hear anything.  She had never heard the sound of music
nor the sound of her dad's voice.  Christmas would be silent as usual but
at least she could stare at the beautiful baubles on the evergreen. He
entered his humble abode and mantled the tree with shiny  ornaments.
When Cora Ling saw the baubles on the tree her eyes opened wider
then two lanterns in the snow. "Oh" was all she said as she ducked to
retrieve his gift. It was a freshly made sandwich put together that very
morning. He gave her a big bear hug and then plucked a green box
from the middle of two branches. "Open" was all he mouthed.
Inside were two dangling silver earrings, one for each ear. "They
used to be your moms and I think she'd like you to have them.
When she ran over to give her dad a big hug, the baubles began to
vibrate and hum.  They sang out an operetta of great beauty.
Many a year had elapsed since their last Christmas interlude. They
had upgraded themselves and taught each other to sing as a team.
To Ian's surprise his little girl picked up her doll and started dancing
around the room.  Even Nicky the mouse was waving his tail to the
rhythm of the music.  "Can you hear that?" he asked his daughter .
She swirled and twirled as if she would never stop. Then she went to the
window and waved to someone or something ? With a smile that broke
the stars of heaven,  she scattered the Christmas Spirit all over the place,
then with a sweep of her beautiful eyes she said, " daddy, I can hear."
The End.

We are depleting our planet little by little while taking what we need
perhaps this is the time to give back to Mother Earth and plant a seed
Imagine yourself in the forest picking chanterelles, like times of old
Wild animals running free, deer panting by the river with eyes of gold
Take a deep breath in, (hold) breathe out
Giant trees with leafy arms that encircle you with love and breeze
they talk to you in whispers, about the magical ignite of precious soil
Best part of you is now immersed inside this magical embroil
you are part of the whole, part of everything that breathes
Take a deep breath in, (hold) breathe out  
Place your back against the trunk of a tree and allow the energy to enter
Up in the heavens the angels are sending you rays of golden sun
Your creator is re-shaping you like a soft pliable piece of clay
he wants you back tot he original shape of the creature you once were
Take a deep breath in, (hold) breathe out  
You own blessed hands, a blessed heart and a capable body that works
give thanks for the gift of living, give thanks to Mother Earth
and the One who has given you life, you are loved beyond all measure.

She lay on a hospital bed like a pale rose wilting on a pillow sham
done were her days of counting every morsel of food and gram  
they told her if she stopped eating she would cease to live and die  
feeding tubes inside her nose, she stared into an anemic blue sky
knowing that her final breath was near, she took her mother's hand
as tears spilled on her hair of gold, she whispered, "mom,  I can't "
the girl who removed the chaff from the wheat no longer had to eat
they placed a large sheet on her tiny frame tiny little feet
later as she lowered to the ground all of life just went askew  
an invisible waif had flown away without a change or point of view
scent of  green tea, honey, vine, moss and fruit, finally empirically ground
flower songs of beauty, she ate and drank, without making a single sound
as she lay on a cloud and watched the sun go down, it was the final call
she felt thin, she felt beautiful, she wasn't hungry,  no,   not at all ...

April 30, 2021

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwNtosYbYiA

You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep my faith will stand
And I will call upon Your Name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

She had a dream many years ago of moon fish in the sea  
as the Mermaids sang,  the moon fish swam happy and carefree  
the moon began to shine
the sky turned April wine  
sweet moments of eternity,  
in a sweet poetic voice of poetry;    
She had a vision of the ocean, filled with moon fish of every shade  
and as the dolphins danced the sky turned emerald Jade  
Then the stars appeared
as evening slowly neared
when the wind did veer
the moon fish quickly cleared
She longed to see the moon fish swim by a sky of midnight blue      
and so a vigil by the sea, brought moon fish of every hue  

Written by: Mystic Rose

Witches brew its for you
Wallow not in that goo
Wall to wall mice,  Achoo !    
Wanda's spell sticks like glue    
Watcha gonna do - heh ?  
When she says, " I want you! "  
Witchcraft Day, just say Nay!

A Revised Edition      
From The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, vol. II, 1850

In the icy air where the stars do sprinkle bright
keeping time, keeping time
with the jingling bells of night
it is there I lay my heart, my lonely heart  

Hear the mellow wedding bells
the golden bells of happiness, ringing to foretell
Through the balmy air of night how they ring with such delight
from the molten-golden notes, the liquid ditty floats

A gush of euphony within her dwells
for a future that foretells of the rapture that impels
from the swinging and the ringing of the bells,
to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Later how they clang and clash and roar in the throbbing air
hear the tolling of the bells, the bells, the bells
in a world of solemn thought, their monody compels
in the silence of the night she shivers with affright

And the lover oh the lover, dwelling deep inside the steeple
all alone,.. tolling, tolling, in that muffled monotone
turns her heart to solid stone, as she listens to the bells  
the bells, the bells, the bells...

Zephyr winds, playing a symphony of love on my reddened cheeks.  
Every strand of hair is a silk ribbon of fresh dancing in the breeze
This beautiful Countryside brings me to my knees, on this exceptional, wonderful month of September.
With the breeze in my hair and a saffron sun shining,
I sit in harmony with  rhythmic songs of Autumn.
Feeling the need to act like an adventurous child, I stop on the roadside to climb an old wooden fence.  The apple orchard tempts me to help myself,
so I do, biting into a juicy apple savoring it, for all its flavor.
I recall my grandmother well, in her small kitchen baking apple pies
as the scent of baked apple and brown sugar grazed my senses
I learned the meaning of, "Nature tells no lies"
It was a fruit explosion of Autumn delight, there to wet my appetite
A light wind carries me away once again, to grandfather's apple orchard
where his smile was as bright as the coral reefs in fall
oh I tell you, those Autumns were fantastic, back when I was
only five feet tall.

When people talk about traveling to the past they worry about radically
changing the present by doing something small.  But rarely do they think about doing something small, to radically change the future.


Baby steps are important because they are much more achievable
then giant mountains or far away stars that cannot be touched
Short term goals are comforting to an individual
when the long term goal is still in progress, but out of reach
A sprint runner at a short distance race
has more powerful glutes, calves and quads to propel them forward
and gives them more time to build stamina, before the big marathon
Leave a tempting trail, activate cruise control, hold a hand
Wear comfy shoes and just start walking
When people think about the future, they think its already set
but it can be interchangeable, with one single step ahead.
Be progressive and advance onwards one baby step at a time
sooner than later your future will align,  
and you will get there when, its your time to shine.

We are graced with a gift and it is to be unwrapped, every morning
as gentle as the peeling of the light when it falls upon the gloaming
unravel the day like a present of love, boxed in the shape of a heart
it is the promise of life that gives you, another day another chance;
Walk in the path of beauty gather the flowers you find on the way  
fill your arms with scented holdings and be brave come what may
those tokens of affection are the presents of your daily romance
they are the jewels that deduce, another day another chance
Winds of change are coming and we need to stay afloat for now
run towards the things that make you feel sane and sweet alive  
unravel the day like a present of love from the past and live,  
its the trinket of worth that bestows, another day another chance
We are graced with the gift of today and so I hope you dance,
I pray for you that you give life, another day , another chance.

A winter  magic moment on the wings of seagulls  high
within the stillness of a forest an owl watches nigh
Floating snowflakes swivel, they are falling here and now    
while our little feathered friends, tweet their little sighs

Frosty light caresses, cardinals of red  
gently falling snow in the morning light
Bushy eyed white owls tufted in the snow
black and white woodpeckers,
peck and taps, alongside knock knock marks

Fairy spirits floating, dancing all about  
in a  magical cathedral, pure and pristine white
here the birds have silver tips and honey colored eyes
they always land in softly, with the cadence of the light.

A Quote: Those who think there is a time limit to grief,
have never lost a piece of their heart.
**
If I could clip a wing upon my thoughts
or pluck a rose from my heart for you
if I could rocket up like an astronaut
then I know that I would never, be blue

If I could turn into a lantern bright
or be the sun that rises every day
if I could reach you in that place of light
I know that in my heart, you'd always stay

If I could stop the world from turning blue
or pluck a tinsel from our family tree
if I could love you better after you
have gone to be with God, then I'd be free

But since I had to live on memories this year,
the only thing I pray for is strength, from my lips to God's ear.

Billows of a winter snow blowing through my curtain window
all I sweet remember is the way the willow tree smelled
that creamy, sugary, wintergreen scent of its lovely mellow  
and the way the sun tilted each time you looked at me...
Snowflakes falling from a heavy laden sky of marble
and though my heart is longing, it is full of your song
that slow jazz music made us drunk as we danced
beneath the sultry moon, like a a fork and spoon  
February shivers, my how the winter defuses  
all that is left is the scent of a warmth remembered  
healing hands,  * secret pillow talks  
You grew old I grew old, then we both stopped living
My how I recall those winter snaps,
two young lovers lost in the silk of life's entwine    
I remember when our love was fresh and new
like the weeping willow, dressed to the nines  
Ah !  But those were different times and now is now,
I am presently lost, ... in this winter pow.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche


Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension  
the music of the nymphs will take you  higher than the stars  
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022

Inside the forestry of his heart I live
inhaling the scent of his deep woods
I could never fill those Timberlands boots
nor explain the thrill that he provides  
when he arrives at the grove of my soul
and whispers, "Darling, I love you "

softly cloaked and protected by his pine  
I am evergreen in moments like these
Existing in this charming jungle of love
I could never retrace my steps, for  
arriving in this place of no return
I feel as suitable as a thriving conifer  

Inside  this  evergreen existence, I just am  
breathing in the fragrance of his loyalty  
I feel like a woman in love, ...
After a lifetime of bending, to his will    
I am the wind that blows on his heart
when I get to him, I just breathe...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qb86FLDntbA

I took my love, I took it down   Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the*   snow covered hill
'Til the landslide brought me down    Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons    of my life?         Mmm
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'  'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes bolder  children get older
And I'm gettin' older, too 2x
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'  'Cause I built my life around you
But as time makes you bolder   children get older
And I'm gettin' older too,   I'm gettin' older, too
take my love and take it down     you climb a mountain you turn around
if you see my reflection in a snow covered hill
the landslide brought it down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, a landslide brought it down, let the landslide bring it down.

Meditate upon the natural order of things.  When you go outside yourself,  take the mossy path of consciousness over to the waters edge and drink.  
Refresh from its wonders and it will give you more then mere matter . Dip in its joyful splash, soak in its contentment, wash in its delirium and it shall be yours;  
THE JOY IN YOUR HEART
WASN'T PUT THERE TO STAY
JOY ISN'T JOY UNTIL
YOU GIVE IT AWAY
Joy is built on gratefulness, awareness, and kindness. When you realize the value of JOY, it will never be undersold, underrated , nor given away   easily.  Don't let others define what joy is and is not for you. Some find it as easily as breathing while others never find it at all. Lost in their own conditions, they never do.  
If worries arrive at your door, take a look at them but don't  let them live there too long, Don't let them destroy your serenity and peaceful state of mind. Carry Joy in your heart and don't let the world tear it apart. Its yours
JOY IS THE CONTINUUM
OF A CONTENTED LIFE
ALWAYS PARE IT GENTLY  
AWAY FROM  STRIFE
meditate upon the natural order of things when you go outside yourself, and if you do you will always find "JOY" Inside your deepest self.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

Quote: If I tell you that I have a gem folded in the palm of my hand, the question
of belief arises, but if I unclench my fist and show you the gem, it will not...
Buddha

A Fistful Of Diamonds Or Colored Sand

A fistful of diamonds or a  handful of colored sand
God blew a breath and scattered me all over town
I don't own airborne wings I don't live in fairyland
but when I see I only see reflections of His gown

A clear cut glass edged and polished with shine
another object of valor dulls before His stars
Sotto voce, an invisible sign of His Divine
I can either accept the vision, or decline

The mayhem of  the worlds chaos just a blow
I'm soak in the reflection of His quiet calm
Spikenard anoint and flowers bloom and glow
He is my diamond in the raw my soothing balm;

A fistful of diamonds or a handful of colored sand
He's the love I crave for, in the palm of my hand.

June 29, 2021

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eh1m3vCCGdA

Black Princess of the night chin strapped to her violin
she plays the notes from her memorable heart of blue
while the moon in her sorrow spills light upon the Quin,  
she plays on, a Stradivarius interlude of thin soulful Adieu;
Arrivederci  (goodbye)
Donna (woman)
Ingannato  (deceived)
even the stars weep  under her spell as her raven changelings
scatter like black ashes to the wind
Five seasons of partings five degrees of loss, still no light
bursts forth from a soot sky of ebon black
lamentations and moans
heaven groans
from the weight of  her sorrow comes the eye of the storm
as she plays her last note of deep unrest .

Luscinian voices in the thicket of a midnight waltz
single male birds singing from a point of solitude  
closing down on city sounds inside a forest vault  
the sound of their vocals, nightingale's prelude      

calling in mates with whistles, trills  and sounds
sending messages of longing from across the throng  
listening from cup-shaped nests, eager to be found  
they wind up feeling drawn by their melodious song  

she, awake as the dawn and free as a bird in the sky  
he, as cuffed to her beauty as  the wings on her back  
they mate on a branch as soft as a nightingale's sigh  
away from the songsters, who are trying but lack

luscinian voices singing softly of dawn's pure glory
while two nightingales share a life, and love story.    

June 11, 2021

Calm and soundless  
         the escapes of a beautiful scenery
                                      dormant as the Pharaoh's daughter
by the early morning dawn !

Cool starlit darkness, landscapes of subtle colors,
                                         in the softest light ...
  Sky slowly transitions
                    from deep blue to hues of pink,
                                               orange  *
                                                       ­ gold *
The air is crisp and cool, carrying the scent of dry earth
                          to your nostrils, one grain of sand at a time
                                  There is a hint of blooming desert
and like flowers it falls on you, like a long awaited rainfall (inhale)  
                                                 Evening arrives,
the dreamer,
                                 lost in a desert dream
arrives at dusk's door
Looping colors such terracotta and rustic brown
                                  Closer to the Nile the heart seeks and searches
Sacred rivers flow inside the dreamers mind,
                          soft winds blow,
and all is set,
                                      AGLOW !!!

Ren - Name given at birth, person lived as long as name was spoken
Sheut- persons shadow or silhouette
Ka -  Vessels carrying souls. In human consciousness, a pulsing spirit
We are seeds bred to become stars, when we have done on earth, we
own the capacity to reignite in heaven leaving behind our earthly shell.  
Ba -  Unique and individual as stars, our personality varies in grades of light
Jb – The Heart, home of human emotion.  Center of thought, will, & intention
Heart scarabs & amulets were used for the physical heart
it kept the soul's mummified secrets
Akh – Immortal Self, contained an enlightened immortal being, in the after life
Sahu – The Judge & Spiritual Body, another aspect of the Akh  
Deemed worthy of entering afterlife Sahu splits from other forms of the soul
it haunts those who have wronged other souls, & may appear in dreams, an appeasement to the living (this is where forgiveness helps )
Khat - Inherent decay, doppelgänger or double. Endowed with a person’s qualities and faults
Sekhem –  considered a form of life energy of the soul. Present in the afterlife after judgement,  it was passed on if the soul was considered worthy.

You were only twelve when I first met you through your mom
a special star in the sky that shone always brighter then the sun
You had the rare ability Alison of seeing auras around each soul
and when you spoke about it, your eyes pinned me like dark coal

Then you visited Quebec City and you came down with a disease
a rare one, with only 7 in the world, no drugs could fast appease
Intestinal lymphangiectasia, as rare as it was , you fought it still
at the Sick Kids Hospital, they placed a tube and fed you at will

You raised money for others like you, and doctors were baffled
by the sheer stamina of you, we had a banquet and tickets raffled
You wore a lavender gown and you gave a speech that made us cry
at the age of eighteen you died, and never questioned God's why

Your mom, my best friend, got a coach with horses of white rhodium  
and at your funeral  the congregation of angels were your symposium
I never cried so much as I did that day, when you left behind Caroline
a sister who loved you more then anyone else, but it was your time

Alison my dear may you rest in peace, and may the wayward dove bring
your memory to the caves of Al, where children children bravely sing
God speed my love, may you arrive to the summit of your realization
that the auras you saw were a reflection of your Angel immunization .

Open lotuses of purple and indigo hues
casting spells beneath lawny skies of midnight blue  
each brilliant star more sparkly then the next by heaven's roam;  

Like shooting fireflies and minuets of silent reveries,
the neon fairies claim the quiet waters of the Thame,  
as lilies glide inside slow gentle rain ....
Opuses of art in natures private Cul de sac
water vessel of grace, incumbent chalice of the night
undulating sinuously towards the evening light
none can duplicate the beauty of, your even flow;

Who knows who knows which way the gale winds blow
but this I know,... no never have I seen
such incandescent fiery light, cleaving at the cusp of night.

January 20, 2022

I want to write about skies so blue that every square of heaven sighs
I want to pen about flowers and trees and little scurrying rabbits too
Down in the meadows I will lay my head and invent stories for you
Poem after poem sharing dreams and hopes while scrying the skies

I want you to imagine the flavor of my peach by the noon day sun  
I want to share the incensed room of my aspire when dusk is done
Up on the hills where the emerald grass glistens with fulgent dew
while the epigraphs of my mental etchings sit here waiting for you

I want you to be you  and I want me to be me so we can both be free
to share our joys and pains and know that we are human, equally
I want to write about a sky so blue, that every square of heaven sighs
poem after poem I will write about everything that grows and flies.

Over by the corner the bandstand plays on
next to the cotton candy wagon and the clown
Its a circus act full of people and acrobats
and tallish men on walking wooden stilts

One tiny red balloon dots the sky as I espy  
juggling acts leading to the garden path
it ain't over until the fat lady sings
so I better not dally, I need a glass ring

Fire eaters and sweet ladies that stretch
ventriloquists with two sided mouths
magicians that stage with props, and coins
cats on tight ropes, hawkers and escapists

Silver hoops and fast delivery guys
life is changing right before our very eyes
Give me the candy but don't tell me lies
of course I want the red balloon, untie!

Softly the snow falls from a silent diamond studded sky
while inside the musicians play soft mellow Christmas music  
on fine tuned guitars, magical flutes and ebony keys

An angel breath away from Christmas Santa's village
is humming with excitement, ivory go karts come and go  
carrying toys for all children of the earth  

O'er by the conifers Old Saint Nick parks his shiny red sleigh
As the town clock strikes midnight, a magical voyage begins
from an aerial view you can spot the old train coming into view.

All Aboard !!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrgU23IkC9w

We are like the four seasons of the earth, spring, summer ,fall and winter
First we are born like newborn babes springing into life by push of womb
then we are pulsing like heartbeats in a world that surrounds our battle cry  
Slowly we become summer letting our branches stretch strong and solid,
we still have spring in our step but we now got fires of July in our blood ;
Then falls arrives and places burnished reds and golds in our aging coat,
flecks of wisdom in our eyes and laughter lines around our aging mouth ;
Winter arrives and kisses us with her frozen dollops of snowflakes, it is
then that we first realize that our limbs are not as subtle as they used to be.
We are like the four seasons and for a good reason
one minute we are a lighthouse , a beacon
and the next we are like clothing, out of season
Time is everything and nothing in this journey of self discovery
we need to keep pace with ourselves and change accordingly
If we are to reach a ripe age of reason, then we must learn to love
each and every season of our life.
Do I Hear Amen to that ?

Amidst reality of my life two single things remain
inflection of your voice and glow of your tender eyes
held safe by this memory we become transparent rain      
wild as the tidal waves of Bristol souls of no disguise    
fluid as the ocean with are open inlets giving rise  

sepia moments of a little cottage hidden in the cove
the scent of sweet cinnamon and the taste of your clove  
the cackle sound of unseasoned wood against the brick
we ****** the flavors of our passion, and called it love,  
holding on to each other, like flames on a candle wick

molten wax and liquid centers with all I hold so dear  
when the moon comes into view the stars turn into glass
willful moments arching as tender reeds adhere      
we spiral down the staircase, of God's Mandir  
we find the miracle of us, and know that it will last  


caught between two soft spots we are cloaked in silk
like two lovers in heaven or two lonesome sacred elks
amidst the reality of my life, two single things remain
the taste of a kiss and the place from whence we came
you my first love, were always right as rain.

August 27, 2021

Should I  search for you through lotuses of gold
or climb pyramids of truth and go beyond the self?

If I were Ghost of Amdapor,  
could I possibly un-clock the secret
of a shadow bringer's touch?

If I were perception at its best  
would these emerald eyes transmute
into the umbra of your light?

If these wings of mine were Love  
stretching further than the ocean blue,  
could I cover you ?

If I were mercy's Angel  
at deepest hour of need
would you be an echo of my living past
or the song of our tomorrows child
my love?

If I were yours and you were mine
inside this peaceful lake
I call my heart,  
Would you be rock salt or would you be,
water.

WHEN THE SUN SETS ON YOUR TIRED EYES AND THE WORLD
AS YOU KNOW IT HAS TURNED FROM GOLD TO EVENING AMBER,  
RETRIEVE IN THE CHAMBER OF YOUR THOUGHTS AND THINK OF ME;
REMEMBER THE LAUGHTER WE SHARED ON OUR WAY TO THE LAKE
THE BRUSH OF A LEAF AGAINST YOUR CHEEK,
THE CARESS OF MY LOVING EYES EASILY SLIDING
TOWARDS YOU , LIKE THE DAWN SLIPPING INTO A NEW HORIZON,  
MAKING OUR WORLD THAT MUCH BETTER ...
WHILE THE FISH SWAM IN THE GURGLING RIVER WE FISHED
SIDE BY SIDE, HEART OF VELVET SKIN OF HYDE
TWO LOVERS LOSING THEMSELVES IN THE MOMENT
WHEN THE SUN LOWERS DOWN FROM THE PAVILLION SKY
REMEMBER HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU AND ALWAYS WILL
WHEN THE NIGHT ARRIVES TO SIT ON YOUR WINDOW SILL
REMEMBER TO THINK O ME,  AND BE STILL.

I stay away from the cemetery at night for that is where he lives
I call him the Demon head, and he has horns  of alabaster calcite
every time I visit my friend's grave, I always break out in hives
cuz he is always there shedding his horns, all through the night

I light my lantern and walk with a mask on in case he's hiding
bidding my time I smoke a cig or too, and wait for the daylight
he never comes around here, behind the aluminum siding  
when dawn finally arrives, I am free from his kryptonite

Dancing pumpkins, roiling breath of cadavers and body rots
deadly snakes and big fat bats that fly into cracked empty pots
Demon head with all his rotting diplomats cannot shed fear  
when it comes to the likes of him, well I stay clear.....

I stay away from cemeteries and Demon's with horns of calcite
cuz when they shed, the hives begin to itch with all their might.

Song of love enrapture me in your embrace.  Share your music in the  
Open spectrum of my living Grace.  Note by note share your joyful lyrics  
Nestle them inside my heart and raise me to heaven on the wings of His  
Glory.  Enthrall me with blessed hymns that worship in the name of  an

Omnipotent God.  Be it He or She allow me to bathe in the Holy Waters
Fumes of compassion and rivers of happy tears, take me to the fountain

Love is all I need
Open my heart
Veer me to the truth
Ease me into love