The town met me with
a homeless smile
that flew above the toothless tunnels,
a moth uncertain where to crash,
 too many lanterns,

a trail of traffic lights
 reflected in splashed puddles,
green rivers
lying flat under my tires,

clock towers and clouds 
of glowing golden spray
around every car,

tall buildings, small benches,
dog parks… 

The town met me with
a homeless smile
that flew above the toothless tunnels,
a moth uncertain where to crash,
 too many lanterns,

a trail of traffic lights
 reflected in splashed puddles,
green rivers
lying flat under my tires,

clock towers and clouds 
of glowing golden spray
around every car,

tall buildings, small benches,
dog parks… 

The town met me with
a homeless smile
that flew above the toothless tunnels,
a moth uncertain where to crash,
 too many lanterns,

a trail of traffic lights
 reflected in splashed puddles,
green rivers
lying flat under my tires,

clock towers and clouds 
of glowing golden spray
around every car,

tall buildings, small benches,
dog parks… 

I've been upon this trail so long
and walked its winding way
while composing my life's song
among Carolina's thick red clay.

Ever upward is the march
with scarce level stretches there for rest
through forests of both oaks and larch.
Each step seemed just one more test.

I seldom look but when I do
the path that seemed to wander like a cow
with benefit of my rear view
leads straight to where I am right now.

Not chaste, nor goddess.
Lifted and dropped in wild sand.
Wings, clipped and fed to him.
The book labeled you as demonic and evil. Scarred your sacrament as mother of all sin.
The seductresses can feel you in all her bare beauty.
The quiet power, the owl and the snake, on your shoulder. The canine howls for you still.
As I gaze, saddened and scarred, full of passion, overflowing, your touch brings my healing.
On the moon, your light cannot be dimmed.
Shine and glow, silent and yet you speak.

When the calabash is broken,
who will mend it?
When the light is covered with a bucket,
How will it eliminate the darkness?
The nail had fallen in the sea,
who will find it?

For this life we all live,
We must surely fall asleep.
Eternal, eternal asleep,
For we all wish to dream blossomy.
For this is the beginning of our journey,
Fare well you have a nice sleep

Missile strikes attacks
Pushed by political hacks
Innocent deaths stacks

Sé que estaba tarde, pero más vale tarde que nunca,
Volví al Santuario y aún extrañaba la parte más profunda,
Acabé de tomar un asiento en el Banco trasero
Con el mismo viejo entendimiento que fue tan somero.

Sin embargo todo cambió el momento en que cantó coro,
Una sensación de gracia que deslumbraba como el oro,
En corto tiempo había consumido y conquistado mi alma,
Mi cuerpo empezó a seguir el ritmo del coro con las palmas..