(1974)
Rewitten many times, same message. Author name: JEF ... James Everett Falcon
There’s so much politics in politi… And the bull that they feed us, it… The candidates they offer have see… Where did they get these people, a… The right and left, I been there…
There is a shadowy figure on the w… On this very early Christmas morn… And it moves with the stealth of… Darting and dashing, without warni… The mall is closed, it’s too late…
In the silence of moonbeams thoughts pass to calm so, falling is seldom heard upon the clouds I ride on D. Thurmond / JEFalcon
Wind-chimes dancing in the breezes Composing tunes to the many gusts… I would like it to be, But really, I cannot see That this winter is going to be my…
In the harbor’s fog the dragon sle… As if drifting through a twilight… And it dreams so deep of another p… To pass the time of endless days. Yet, a kindled fire in an unknown…
The Shepherd said to the falcon, “Fly little bird.” The falcon said to the Shepherd, “If only I could, by thy word.” “But I have a broken wing
Is sandman seen In hollow slumber In halls of sleep Shadowed gray? Where be the rest
So slow the clouds pass us by Wandering leisurely across the sky Such illustrious billows Like those satin pillows Upon which— lovers lie.
I think it was just before Winter When the change took her away. Yes— I think it was then, not sur… That Fall left the forest, to sta… She stepped from the trees for a m…
Renewed The odd lights flicker Along the midways set in sand. Cobblestones And melodious tones
The night bore frost and the moon… To stalking clouds in the mystic s… At the witching hour came a terrib… It was the sound of a battle cry. An aging knight on his trusty stee…
The melodies within the soul Can accelerate the hours, Songs to God about his love And all His wondrous powers. No foolish thoughts cloud the mind
Find pardons for them in dim lit h… In the marbled walkways of polishe… Find pardon for them, but not for… That sit in cages, all alone. Gluttony comes by way of want
Yesterday, I heard Greatness call… But it was actually asking, “Who… I thought for sure my star was ris… But it was held to the earth by mo… The glue is a blending of wanton l…
Some dreams flitter like butterfli… Touching flowers of hope Under stormy skies And where they land Is anyone’s guess