With my feet dangling
above the clouds,
my eyes fastened to their languor,
their silky wings,
their lazy drifting along,

Beneath the floors of the earth,
down below Davy Jones’s locker
where inferno fires rage,
stoked by the hands of the beast
in the house of the tempest,

Ready as can be by day or by night
In the heat of the battle I claw
With fire in my arsenal to get me
I fight with all my strength and c
Until the white wings of death com

Mother Nature’s hymns of the seas
Of fathers, daughters, and obedien
Each one the same as the year befo
Chanted in remembrance to summer’s
Sons of harvest and daughters of a

The old man and his bottle of wine
His landing on the bottom to come
His weathered face telling sad, sa
His only pleasure is his drunken f
The will of God is all about the

Christmas at the Miller household
Little Mary Miller grew up and ma
She loved shopping with a passion,
Her sister Susan was completely t
On Christmas morning, when they w

The Treaty
War has ended and all is well
A flimsy piece of paper
Ended all resentments
The enemy is still the same, but

The Weeping Lyre
Songs wrapped around tender string
As angels weep and heaven sings
As lyres melt into liquid love
And love swims into paradise above

Attitude, those crossroads in the
Whether to keep on pushing ahead,
To forget about the other team’s b
To keep the faith in one’s self,
To honor the Holy Spirit’s presen

Magicians at the outer edges,
of soothing lines of liquid gold,
enchanted forests
of mystic dreams,
of beauty in the glassy lakes,

Musical Blessings
Music, the intoxicating smiles of

Electric slave,
the faithful assistant,
the switch on the wall,
the turning on the switch
from the hand of the taskmaster,