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  • Divine Dreams

    Were you with me last night?
    Were you the one that touched my soul?
    Were you the one that made me feel whole?
    Was it I that seen your face painted there?
    Was it I that felt your heart so kind?
    Was it I that was awakened only to find …
    That it was I that dreamed what I thought was divine. ©2008

  • Electric Light

    Electric Light is all an illusion to me
    Everything started in 1973
    I am sure that many have dreams beyond rainbows of illusions
    This Poor Boy’s brain spun like a tornado without conclusion
    Overture spun on black vinyl disks
    Played tunes of notes that put my head in a fix
    The High School Prom was all over and done
    And being Nobody’s Child is no fun
    The clock of time spun endlessly on
    Dreams of yesterday seemed all but gone
    Some would have said that this boy was blue
    But that would have not been true
    Blues to Bach spins on
    Dreams of rainbows is my song ©2008

  • If I …

    If I were a mouse … I would want to live in your home
    If I were a fly … I would want to climb on your wall.
    If I were a bee … I would want to make you some honeycomb
    If I were a mattress … I would want to keep you from your fall
    If I were a CD … I would want to play your favorite song
    If I were a cat … I would want to rub up against your side
    If I were a dog … I would want to tag along
    If I were a groom … I would want you to be my bride
    If I were an alarm clock … I would never want you to awake
    If I were a fish … I would want to swim in your fish bowl
    If I were a baker … I would want to make your favorite cake
    If I were a miner … I would want to provide you warmth from some black coal
    But I am just a man … and I would do everything to make you as happy that I can! ©2008

  • Politics

    The circus is in town
    But that not fair to the clowns
    Sling some mud against the house
    See if it sticks
    Make up a lie
    See if that will fly
    Spend 12 million
    Tell the people you are for the poor
    Politics is this game they play for fame
    Spreading the word that their opponent should be ashamed
    When kids fight like this to the corner they go
    We are expected to pick the clown that makes the best show
    Send this one to the white house … away they go
    There fighting has ruined the TV, Newspaper, and Radio
    I can’t wait for the circus clowns to leave
    There nothing they say I can believe ©2008

  • Grandma’s Quilt

    The taste of honey brewed in green tea that night
    Removed the chill of the twilight
    Grandma’s quilt spread upon the floor
    Fleetwood Mac played away by the door
    Amor Amor fragrance was in the night’s air
    Clothes were scattered without care
    Red Oak logs snapped and popped their tune
    Sharing their last life with the love of two
    Afterglow of gold wrapped itself around two souls
    Male pride bent to extol the love of this woman’s soul
    The rhythm of Fleetwood “Dreams” swooned to lovers to play
    The translucent light reflected their foreplay
    That night the time seemed to fade away
    Fleetwood Mac is still heard to the present day
    Time may be the castaway, but memories are here to stay
    As two became one upon the quilt that grandma spun ©2008

  • Crippled Soul

    The mangled metal of cars that clash
    Marks the metal of the crash
    So obvious is the fight
    Two cars mangled in the night

    The mangled souls that clash
    Scars the souls that once flowed
    Tear upon a cheek does show
    Two souls mangled in the night

    Metal fixed all bright and new
    Painless to fix anew
    Crippled soul feel the pain
    Scars the mind to being insane

    If I am the one that closed our door
    That scars did make
    Accept my love once more
    Mend your soul for friendship sake

    Dry the tear
    Upon your cheek
    Trust this man to remove the fear
    So our souls can speak © 2008

  • The Candle’s All

    The candle wax that dripped that night … gave its all to surround the love that was shared tonight. The crystal vase that held the sand comforts the wax that once could stand. The candle stood before the winds of time … to witness the love of two that seemed divine. The flame that shared its life this night … wrapped its glow around two bodies in the golden glow of its light. The light has passed as time must end … the love of two was godsend. They lay alone aside the wax that once stood tall … dreaming the dreams that trailed by the gossamer smoke left by the candle’s all. © 2008

  • The Broker of Love

    Fog of the mirror that hung that day

    As two lovers were at play

    Creating the warm wet afterglow

    As nature’s love was to unfold

    Encounters like this were only in dreams

    As clocks of time ticked away their schemes

    A touch one feels from the soul

    As the mind weaves the dreams that the universe has sold

    Unattended ventures were not written in the destiny of old

    Coincidental falling of leaves is the same fortune that was being told

    Fate of two would gamble with dealer of the dreams

    Persuade the broker this day to give them their way

    Winds of time seem to scatter the leaves that nature’s weaves

    Remind those not attached so they can grieve

    Lottery was cast upon the winds that day

    Cosmos universe was beginning to pray

    The numbers were drawn and told

    The seeds of love had been sowed

    The love that night by midnight glow

    Sealed by moon beams upon two living souls.

    © 2008

  • Dreams

    Stop this earth and let me off so I enjoy life
    from a new start. Life speeds away without time to adore the one that I found
    at the universe Milky Way dream store. 
    The cosmos clouds surely enchanted the souls of two … as love doves were
    released for me and you.  Please let me
    stay just for a moment and adore this occasion. Surely the winds of time will
    not care if I stop to stare … and enjoy what was cast there. The naked lure of
    mankind dreams … has witnessed the cure by the God that pulls all the strings. The
    cosmos clouds must flow their milky cream at heavens door so the earth spins
    once more conceiving nights of lore. The grandfather clock must tick away …
    leaving this dream to come true some other day.

  • Miley

    She looks as special as all could tell

    Her pervious owner sure didn’t think she was swell

    They wanted to discard the little puppy

    Two lovely people came to appeal

    Why anyone would discard this puppy was unreal

    Man and Woman took the little puppy and purchased a collar
    and bell

    Miley would be the name and it fit her well

    Her weight so small it barely moved the scale

    So with food they did spoil

    Changed the life of this Chihuahua ever more

    The three of them live in the land of OZ

    On warm summer evening you can see them walking there dog

    Man and Woman feet does show along with one set of paws do
    appear

    As they live their life on the frontier