your voice like fine cut diamonds punching through my privacy,silence is pushed back,senses leaning forward with anticipation waiting for more like a hungry diner in my five star restaurant.

the  difference between man,white as paper,brown coca,yellow,red,tan not much difference to see between man to man

Saturday night on the farm managed and operated by the animals.the penguin trio were singing and golden oldies fit the slow dancing mood with the paired bears cats hoot owls ground hogs leap frogs moved in slow rhythm as  the leaping lizards finished their set with slide trombone drums trompets when the mad hatter with new and white turned down brim slow dragged with alice in wonderland in Gucci boots the big bad wolf promised to be on his best behavior until 12:00pm before changing back.

the night strolls dressed in beauty .a halo of stars on her head.the moon a dress of pure silken fibers.soft slippers of star light surround each foot.pearls of early evening adorn each ear and left hand .beauty like none ever known or seen since time was born .with steps going toward a golden dawn.

i'm thinking about that old chapel in the valley attended so long ago .where sunday church bells would ring and my teenage baritone would sing sweet songs that memory used to know.left that little chapel in the valley for the city to be wild and free spent so much time in many dark ***** tonk bars and fast shinny cars like a fake movie star than a slow wicked change took over me.now i'm older and a little bit wiser seem to be running out of time like the prodical  son no longer find the the world much fun down on my knees crying out lord  help this man please welcome me back home.

on February 18,1688 the germans bravely protested against the condition of slavery a monument still stands to this day in commemoration of the landing of the german colonists and earlier on the monument's other side on October 1683 these same fearless colonists caused a rumble within that place for they strongly believed inside their hearts that all men were created equal and each deserved to be free.and i'm sure that with their own eyes they saw the ensnaring chains of slavery torn apart and quickly fade .the steady rain of torment ceased to fall anymore on black limbs .freedom's bright light pierced the darkness for the humble whose hearts with silent prayers sent up to HIM than freedom spread through out the land.but its mighty voice would not have been heard and known without helping german hands.

I lift my  arms high in praise to heaven having found you down here for my own.love has made me stronger and so much better I could never have faced each battle or won every victory on my own .so wear a purple ribbon as a sign of togatherness  in your hair my fair one and when sweet slumber comes as night desends  in that spirit of contentment know that i'll  always be faithfully there.