wind (to and fro).

drudging through days
in a cloud of cliches
we change from phase to phase
in a lifeless parade

and so it shall go, and so it shall go
a big box of rain, locked in a timeless flow
and God's resigned sigh can be heard, don't you know
In the prosaic wind that blows us to and fro.

twins.

the green, the gray
the sun, the rain
the night, the day
different, but same
and we ride the amorphous wave\

for life, dear fiend, exists in the distance
between the fire and ice
for darkness and light, they are brothers
twins under different disguise

megaphone, megaphone.

to paint the world white
to paint the world pure
they envelope sight
in the name of the Light

but love is found not in a worn holy book
whose pages are bound with lies
perhaps love is found in the peace that you took
from the people with smiling eyes

megaphone, megaphone, piercing the air
what truth is carried in your cries?
for the music is lost in the hate that you glean
from the love inside 3:16

smile.

walking in the golden sunlight
your hair glows with your smile
oh, sunlight guide me, contented child
i give myself to the light tonight

im falling through your bright blues eyes
as your hand beckons me closer
wrap me gently, darling, in the blanket of freedom
and the whisper of your comforting sighs

id say id show you the world, but it's not this world that i need
i long to live in the world you love
and smile in your dreams.

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.