Globe

Enclosed inside a crystal sphere
in here it always snows,
always have some coming down
no matter where it goes.
Perfect little portrait scenes
forever held in time,
painted picture perfect
exactly what we had in mind.
Could it be that easy
would the fog of life soon clear,
if we could simply lock our doors
and stay inside the sphere.

Human Nature

Is it human nature
ambitious hearts desire,
to push until we fall apart
too many irons to fire.
Too many buns to bake my friend
far too many words to write,
seems as if this war ignores
too many fists to fight.
Miraculous in truth no proof
divine in legislature,
can a man to life command
the call of human nature.

Baptism

Raging rising river
shiver in it's glory,
God himself the reason
perfect setting of the story.
Plunged beneath the swirling stream
in hopes of restitution,
mirrored soul like water roll
conflict resolution.
Peace be still spoke to reveal
a new found sense to stir,
cheek to cheek don't turn to speak
face to face confer.
Freedom found in every sound
sheep not gone to slaughter,
freedom found in every sound
that raging river water.

Rendezvous

I held my breath for freedom
and heaven blinked it's eyes,
gave a needed sigh relief
no need for passing lies.
Everything stood silent
no motion on the breeze,
whistled not while passing through
the dark misshapen trees.
For time was now upon us
lending us the chance,
on this earth a little while
just long enough to dance.

Lightning Crashes

Ambience in a flurry
hurry on to tunnel's end,
rushing to conclusion
put confusion to an end.
Flight into a spiraled hall
curtain call the last,
indecisive left or right
in fright and moving fast.
Who then up above me
love me strike on fearful scurry,
cast into a world unknown
amniotic flurry.

Lover Of Another

Lover of another
you are the world to me,
give to you the finest hue
in ruled supremacy.
Took from me a many things
gave to me much more,
such a love worth dreaming of
and well worth fighting for.
All these years have passed so quick
we watch as our seed grows,
I love you more than life itself
I hope to you it shows.

To Jim...

The wind cried low over Morrison Road
the whiskey shed it's tears.
Sullivan hailed an exiled star
burned far before it's years.
Much too fast the papers say
yet the brightest stars outlast,
simple things like chasing dreams
and comets flying past.
Hippie, druggie, prophet
lost it in a flash,
sudden journey of the soul
an indian in the crash.
Driving force of millions
minion of the roast,
only sought to join the feast
that he enjoyed the most.