landscapes.

kaleidescope landscapes of deep blues and greens
tumble gently across a soft sky
drops of cold rain drip from prophetic reams
that unfold with the wind's rhythmic sighs

but behind the dark clouds, lucid beams of bright passion
unite in their powerful dance
and the bright neon angels breathlessly fashion
lands of embryonic romance

threads.

what is this great Reality, if not imagination
what is this life we live, if not abstract creation
for we weave our circumstance
with the threads of sacred dreams
and we craft our sacred dreams
in the Utopia of mind...

the shore.

Society, the timid lion

Shakes in his silent roar

He leads a long, conformist line

Along the crowded shore

His power comes from ignorance

He wields a shield of fear

For Society, the timid lion

Holds Darkness near and dear

But crashing on the safe soft sands

Are waves that long to free

And if you jump with trusting heart

The waves shall carry thee

To a land of peace and comfort

Of acceptance and honesty

A land where a watchful spirit

Floats softly above the trees

And the sky above shall speak to you

And guide you toward her light

A light that lurks within the winds

And holds you at great heights.

Wind in the Trees

Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.

~Stephen Vincent Benét

and with each passing second the past falls away

we sit all alone as we pass through the day

but with each wasted minute our soul shall decay

and we shall marry the earth on that fateful last day

but Dear Mother Nature, she smiles with ease

her sweet whistling wind whispers "do as you please"

for the fleeting kiss of life is just wind in the trees

and tomorrow today is a floating memory

The Siren

i look at you now as you float on a cloud

as i swim in your eyes, i know not where im bound

but from your sweet lips i hear heaven's holy sound

Call on, my dear siren, carry me to the ground

The Sky's Lullaby

ran cascades like diamonds from a land in the sky

the gift up above born from God's watchful eye

but sleep well tonight, dearest lady dont cry

for you know your love for the Sky will not die

Neon Snow

hellooooooooooo my friend. how do you do?

i want to say hey on my brand new kazzoo

from the town where i flew

where they shout from the moon.

so good to see you now,

so sad to see you go,

to take your graceful bow

and to walk on neon snow..........