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  • A Lie

    A lie creeps and crawls into a soul
    Like termites it consumes away without control
    Empty destruction with sinful seduction
    The breath of a lie
    Is a breath of death to a friendship goodbye ©2008
  • The Last Waltz

    The moon swallowed the sun on our special day
    Angels unfolded the dance floor of the Milky Way
    Moon light affair waltzed into our life
    As two lovers waltzed to celestial love of life

    Time has ticked away the God given years
    The two are still dancing through all the joy and tears
    The love of two is played out day to day
    One last waltz remains on the Milky Way

    Only God knows the time and day ©2008

  • Destruction

    Runaway wind
    Invisible mask of destruction
    From where did you come
    Why so unconfined

    Wayward wind
    Onward to obstruction
    Look at what you become
    Why so unkind

    Your words slice the soul
    Without self-control ©2008

  • The Winds of Time

    The winds of time they blow once more
    They bang against the bedroom door
    The lace curtain dances to an unknown tune
    Oak leaf shadows sculpt patterns from the moon
    Locusts buzz their never ending call
    Drown out music of Van Halen playing in the hall
    The night seems lonely without you here
    Dreams of lost love penetrate without fear
    The screech owl hoots its lonely call
    One more sleepless night is about to fall
    They say that time will heal our wounds
    Maybe the winds of time will change our tune
    ©2008

  • The Massage

    Did you know that last night the night before
    I came knocking on your door
    It was I who dared to come within
    Only to impart what was needed to begin

    I had to share this special event
    Before this frosty night was spent
    The crisp snow bequeaths light of the moon’s glow
    And icicles were dripping so

    As I entered unknown to thee
    The air was saturated with Burberry Brit cologne from me
    There man and woman lay in slumber sleep
    As if the lord was so to keep

    Sleep you must and I dare not wake
    Dreams were surely in the make
    I pulled down white linen covers
    Splendor of beauty I discovered

    I went gently to work and massaged special lotions
    Working fast with great devotion
    The air now full of perfume
    As I walked around the room

    The night was old
    Covers without they would get cold
    I pulled up white linen covers
    Man and woman were lovers

    I awoke the next day
    My head in disarray
    The visit was real as far as I can perceive
    But dreams that night seemed hard to believe

    I lay in my bed there in the air was the smell of that special lotion
    My mind worked and gave rise to this notion
    That it was truly I that visited last night the night before
    I came knocking on your door

    If you wake from morning slumber
    Burberry Brit cologne is fully encumbered
    Please then forgive my intrusion
    As none of this was an illusion. ©2008

  • The Last Rose Petal

    The rose that once stood above the crystal vase
    Has lowered its petals so not to face

    A card that reads “I am sorry”
    Laid beside your cup of Earl Grey Tea as an offertory

    The tears we shed that day were held by angels to this day
    I have no right to ask for more
    But you see you are the only one that I adore
    The slavery of my heart this night
    Cries for forgiveness with all my might

    It is I that wants to dry the tear upon your cheek
    So our souls can speak

    It is I that would like to mend the chain
    And take away all this pain

    It is I that will be the one that will open my heart’s door
    And ask forgiveness as I kneel upon the floor

    But if the pain is too much to quell
    I will set sail upon tears that the angels have held
    My boat will set sail with each stroke of oar
    You will find me on some distance shore

    As each petal of the rose falls away
    My love for you will endure each and every day

    They say time can heal the wounds once more
    Please forgive me before I reach heaven’s door. ©2008

  • In The Arms of an Angel

    In the arms of an angel
    Flying away from fear
    Last mortal person left be bothered
    With your mortal problem
    Most likely it’s your best friend
    Why would you not tell them
    Why would you not dare   
    There is comfort for you
    Now in the arms of an angel
    Light of true light is a waiting
    May you find comfort there ©2008

  • Apology

    An apology is the only way to help heal any hurt
    Caused by what you say
    It comes from the heart
    Packaged in a humble way
    Repairing the damage in a very special way
    The words start with a very special letter of the English alphabet
    Ninth letter starting from the front
    Is the one that you need to try
    It is the letter “I” 
    For you see it isn’t them, those, you, her, or him
    That needs to start the repair
    The loneliest letter
    That stands all alone that needs to humble itself and try
    It is the letter “I”
    The world will come to a stop and listen
    After you start with the letter “I”
    Only to see if the words that follow
    Ask for an apology from deep within the your soul
    The time will seem to stop
    As you humble yourself with all your control
    You have showed that you’re human
    And mistakes you have made
    Now you have shed the beast of pride
    Humbly asked for forgiveness like a child
    The universe will still twirl each and every day
    But you have done the most to heal a hurt
    In the most humble and caring way ©2008

  • Melodies That Will Not Die

    Perceived songs playing in my head
    Clinging on to the breath of the dead
    Melodies that will not die
    Tunes that carry on till I’m dead

    Every word and every note
    Clinging on to the breath of the dead
    Melodies that will not die
    Tunes that artist have wrote

    All songs have been given their wind
    Clinging on to the breath of the dead
    Melodies that will not die
    Tunes that the dead will not comprehend ©2008

  • Grandpa’s Violin

    The strings of the old violin that grandpa played
    Sets in corner out of the way
    His fingers would grace the strings
    Making the old violin sing
    The dust has covered the strings that once were played
    Hoping for master hands to adore them again one day
    The years have long past
    Memories of melodies have been cast
    The day will come when Angels will arrive
    Taking my soul for a heavenly ride
    The heavenly gates where all things come true
    Will welcome me and you
    I will ask the angels at this special time
    One front row center seat in the heaven of mine
    There I will set on God’s heavenly shore
    Listening to grandpa play the old violin once more ©2008