Peace in You

Rise up out of your skin,
get out of your body,
get out of your head,
let those thoughts that gnaw
on your marrow go, 
send them up into the clouds,
let them join with those vapors above,
let the glorious sun in her
power turn them
into rains that fall softly
on grasses, on trees -
then they will do good -
in you they will only destroy.

Lay on the warm sands
of the shores of peace -
soften your body -
connect with the power
the earth below you,
draw on the peace of
sky above you,
feel the tug of gravity,
feel the pumping of
your blood through
your body,
let this cradle hold you
and give you
the comfort you need -
to be you.

The Flock

The flock, undisturbed, exists in its own democracy -

enter the intruder - panic ensues.

What does he intend?

To harm, to admire,

to feed, to dishevel,

to destroy, to hold captive,

to crush, to caress?

The flock doesn’t want these things.

They long only to exist in peace,

content with the sun above - the earth below.

Does he want to remain here?

They can teach him to soar

if he can be still - and listen.

He can teach them the ways of his land;

they can be companions.

If only the nature of man

were to learn - not destroy.

They can hope - they can risk it,

but wisdom gives way - to the panic – innate,

they burst into flight,

into the safety of the clouds

where he can dream, but not reach. 

The Key to Happiness

Unlock this door, this mysterious realm, where dreams are real and sorrows false. Tell me the way, give me the map, to find the key to the great unknown. The way to move along through life, and strife, and stay strong. Day in, day out, time flows, and grows, and stops, and shrinks and moves along. The key to happiness is in the eye of the beholder as the day grows long. See, look, and stop. Let knowledge surround you, let it sink into your pores. The key to ecstasy exists in all, but hides behind all that's known.

It's in You

Love - this elusive phantom sought by all,

found by few,

has been living, breathing, waiting, longing,

lurking within you.

Look in others  - it lives there,

don't think their love will pay your fare.

Don't think that you can drain them dry

of sweetness

like a parasitic butterfly.

Find your love - alone, in you

feed it, nurture, hold it,

share it as you will,

then, and only then,

will you get your fill.

Song Title Poem - yet untitled (Blondie, Tom Petty, David Bowie, The Beatles, Tracy Chapman)

All that you have is your soul, say hallelujah, be and be not afraid. If these are the things, mountains of things, the love that you had, the promise, with open arms, can save us all. Heaven's here on earth. Freedom now, if not now, a hundred years can save us all.

An occasional dream, here today gone tomorrow, of modern love in these golden years, changes under pressure. A moonage dream changes young Americans.  Let's dance as the world falls down, a magic dance, in suffragette city.

I saw her standing there, that day tripper - and do you want to know a secret? The long and winding road across the universe leads to strawberry fields forever. Because all you need is love, a taste of honey - ain't she sweet?

American girl, running down a dream into the great wide open - she'll break down walls. Love is a long road but she's free fallin', learning to fly cause' she's a free girl now. Letting you go was the hardest part but she's gonna listen to her heart - it's gonna tell her what to do.

One way or another, Sunday girl, this heart of glass, in the flesh will, go on dreaming - because dreaming is free. No atomic d-day will rip her to shreds. The tide is high pretty baby, but the hardest part is your presence dear. Fade away and radiate, or just go away. Nothing is real but the girl in rapture on the island of lost souls, she dreams with angels on a balcony - the bride of infinity.

Hymn for a Lover (composed from song titles)

Hopeless wanderer, you found me when I was a young girl. Once I found a reason, an undiscovered first,  and it stoned me, my secret heart, a martyr for my love for you.

I did it my way, and it spread into the white, into the mystic, out on the corner, a purple haze.

The air near my fingers alive, now at last, it goes on and on amongst the waves, traveling without moving - truth doesn't make a noise.

A parallel universe, the perfect space, lying in the hands of God one evening, in a state of love and trust we put our time in a bottle.

Those golden dreams within you hypnotize a girl like me. Fearless young lust, fire water lit up my darkest days inside and out.

Your touch, this strange desire, a sweet emotion like a prayer, in the evening, in the houses of the holy, a careless whisper, a shot in the dark, takes my breath away.


Never let me go. Outside this cosmic love, madness has control. I need to breath your breath of life, I feel it all. Let's come together and learn to fly.