morning moon
raises
above
the
desert bloom
and
young
lovers
shall
get
here soon
please
stay here
dawn
of
the
morning moon

You are my glass
of vintage wine
and your sweetness
quenches my thirst


You are my sustenance
the daily bread that
feeds my heart, mind,
and soul


You are my illumination
radiant and burning bright,
the enlightenment
that attracts me

No more can be said
now and forever
You are my sweetness,
my light, my daily bread

You are my glass
of vintage wine
and your sweetness
quenches my thirst


You are my sustenance
the daily bread that
feeds my heart, mind,
and soul


You are my illumination
radiant and burning bright,
the enlightenment
that attracts me

No more can be said
now and forever
You are my sweetness,
my light, my daily bread

say thy name
restless eyes
shed your tears
then say no more
thy will be done
this holy place
this mighty blade
shall pierce this earth
this golden shield
reflect this light
the hands of God
shall guide this steel
this God is real
as we walk in faith
oh breathless sun
say no more
victory has
found her wings
oh breathless sun
to heal again

shaolin monk
entering
the
dragon
temple of faith
delicately
walking
upon
the
sacred
rice paper floor
and
seeking wisdom
only
through
faith

only
one
bullet
remains
in
this
chamber
from
the
scars of war
at
best
to
let
death
do
the
rest
and
pull
the
trigger
at
best­
while
death
dances
beneath
our
feet
upon
the floor
i
am still sure
thus
war
is
hell
and
war
brings death

lord
over and over
i
just
wanna
thank ya
lord
for
blessing me
you
make  
me wanna
dance and shout
then
i
get
the
holy ghost
moving
inside of me
just
because
you
put food
upon
my table
and
you
put clothes
on
my back
yes
i
just wanna
thank ya
lord
over and over
again
just
for
blessing me
over and over
again
thank ya
lord
amen

preist
are
men
who
hide
behind
their
thick black robes
thus
make
confessions
to
holy statues
and
paintings
inside
the
church walls
and
whispering still
their
confessions
again and again
of
other
man
who
cheat and steal
yes
these
priest
are men
because
these
priest
are real

The breath of priests
Their voices thin
Whose fruit are we
We pray within
Finding broken roads
Where dreams explode
Priests are cloaked
Behind their robes
Lord, these priests are men
Let the whole world say, amen

Kiss you like a flower
Hold you like the world
Love you like no tomorrow
If you were my Queen of the Nile
Rich brown caramel skin
Hair glows like fire in the wind
You and I shall rule the world
Lord, send thee a Cleopatra woman

a pair of
rainbow
Lorikeet birds
Spin free
as a Ferris wheel
Upon
the highest branch
In the garden of
a thousand eyes  
from
their favorite olive green
Pistachio tree
Sun-bake hands
Shall
pray for thee
Upon
the highest branch

asking
the
chameleon
frogs
to
jettison
across
the
leviathan sea
of
green
lily pads
for
rain
walking again

Mirror in,
The sky
Wipe those
Tears from
Your blue eyes,
With your
Red scarf
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Amem

a
string
of
ocean
pearls
undulating
pulsating
swirling
through
a
­brickenridge
blue sky
thus
a flock
of
Canadian
wild geese
returning
back home

gliding
on
the
pulse
of
the
wind
through
earth's
atmosphere
again
are
the
sea-t­ipped wings
of
the
sandpiper birds
thus
returning
back to shore

the
black earth
beneath
our
ancestor's feet
are
the
winding
roads
built
by
our
spiritual souls
the
path
is
just beginning
we
do not need
signatures
nor
premission
to
move forward
towards
our destiny
the
roads
beneath
our
ancestor's feet

how
love
builds
a
sacred bridge
attached
through
gentle words
that
move
across the ridge
thus
travel
through
your heart
shall
move across
the
sacred bridge

let
the
conerstone
be
one
grain of sand
for
building
your
sandcastle
in
the sun

clapping their wing
with
effortless grace
the
seamless flight
of
the
black butterfly
spiraling
through
the
baritone blue sky
let
us
walk by fath
and
not by sight

What is the
Slave masters’
Goal

Separate a man
From his soul

Takes away his
Language and culture
To gain control

startlings
are
turning
swirling
and
spinning
above
the
wild plains
of
the
soft
blue
Serengeti sky

oh
what
scent
of
Sharon's rose
that
ebbs and flows
with
her
hibiscus
smile

Silent leaf
Lying here
upon this ground
Mimicking death
You make no sound

lord
i
shall
witness
the
sight
of
their
silhouette wings
that
burst
through
the
heavenly clouds
to
dwell
in
the
Kingdom of God
and
to
thee
i
sing

Be this heaven,
So divine
Untouched, unblemished
The air unwinds
The voice of
Your deep blue eyes
Still moves me
This time,
Say that
You love me, and
So, shall I

when
i
break
free
from
the
monarch
butterfly cacoon
then
i
become
the
metamorphosis
of
myself
to
complete
the
spiritual journey

if
i
could
only
reach
the
twinkling
stars
then
i
would
give
them
­all
back
to
you
is
the
only
reason why
yes
these
stars
are
made for you
my
only
true
love

howdy folks
we
like to
invite
y'all
down
to
the
state county fair
with
our
delicious
red
candy apple
corndogs
and
big swirls of
pink cotton candy
that
makes
your
mouth just water
on
top of
all that
we
want
you folks
to
saddleup
on
the
giant Ferris wheel
for
all to see
the
big city skyline
of
galveston
yall
come
on down
to
the
state county fair
ya hear

what
bird of faith
flew
overhead
yet
still
above
the
quiet storm

just
before
the
quiet storm
birds
huddle up
to
keep
themselves
warm
while
clinging
to
the
strong
branches
­of
the
sycamore tree

black widow spiders
with
orange hourglass
tattooed upon their abdomen
while
spinning their webs
like an open fire hydrant
snipped crackled
and popped
and
inched
themselves
like caterpillars
breaking from their cocoons
across
the
apple cider wooden floor

lord
i
don't
know how
but
there
is
freedom
at
the
edge
of
these
sweet clouds

lord
we
airbrushed
the
sacred sky
while
harvest hands
paint the
face of
the moon

I was the first to cry
when daddy died
lying there so peacefully
in his golden casket
yet, I give him so much grief
being the youngest boy
in the family
always competing with my older
brothers for Daddy's affection
oh, what laddy I was back then
mischief knows me well
as long as I live,
on the face of this earth,
your son will earn his due, first
yet, prove his worth

each
word
a
dagger
that
cuts
through
the
flesh
unto
the
bone
all
through
the
haunted
ghost-mirrored soul

old
Shoalin Buddhist
temple monk
my
favorite teacher
if
we
learn how
to
walk silently
upon
the
rice paper
to
complete
the
hidden
journey

the
walls
have hears
in
the
house of glass
yet
filled
with
stones
to
make
it
crash

the
quick
winds
gather in
and
the
wild scent
of
the
ash pink rose
jettison
towards
the
kingdom of heaven
again

he
moves
in
mysterious ways
yes
God
is
the
architect
yet
he
created
man
with
his
holy
command
thus
he
gave
the
ancient
children
of
the
sun
the
kiss of life

Dreams
do
come
true
if
you
just
spread
your
wings
as
wide'as
the
­ocean blue
through
the
light
between
us

the
lighthouse
beamed
it's
powerful light
across
the
dark wine sea
that
captured me
ask
the
ships
that
sail across
the
cliffs of wales
return
to thee
while
the
lighthouse
comfort me

when
thy
heart
is
broken
thus
torn
please
whole
me
in
your
sweet arms
to
keep me warm
and
shower
me
with
love
again
the
love
that
i
need
within
wh­en
the
lights
turn on

thor
hurls
his
mighty
hammer
through
the
window of heaven
unlocking
the
green spice
and
dunes of Mars

as
the
earth
revolves
around
the sun
the
moon moth
claps
her
translucient wings
thus
letting
her
turn
dust into gold

oh
what joy
resting
inside
only
through
the
eyes of
the
ruby-throated hummingbird
while
hovering
beside
a delicious
ash pink rose
reading
between
the
lines of
the
natural world

white
buffelo
clouds
tall
switchgrass
that
tickle
the
ocean blue
sky
but
underneath
the
other
domain
the
wild
prairie plains

crying
is
the
sweet blue rain
that
cleanse the heart
from
the
spirit of God
while
the
rain flows through the heart

water
may
flow
through
our
cupped hands
thus
rushing
towards
the
river of light
that
sing out
the
sweet words of glory

with
the
hourglass
shape
of
the
heart
time
is
a curious
thing
from
the
start
when
you
know
the
shape
of
your heart

upon
the
hills
between
the
aspens
and
the
pines
are
the
gentle
snowflakes
that
comes
to­
rest
i
am sure
just
before
the
sound spring