written 1999
Beware his love, the path you choo… Could lead you on a wondrous journ… If you should falter, she will be… Through joy or sorrow always at yo… But if you leave the calm and seek…
Days in school were very hard. Ways to make him “right”, they tri… Wrong, is how teacher said he wrot… Long hours they drilled on change. Hide his talent, was all he did;
Why do the birds sing, Those beautiful happy songs Is it to proclaim that, Today is a joyous day Or maybe to announce,
Wind, oh, West Texas wind Blow away her dreams. Let drifts of sand Not uncovered hope. Make her heart as barren
Orange is of fire It burns its sweet flavor Onto the retina of her Purple mind, which Is dark and soft
The cross she wears on a chain Reminds her of all the pain He suffered for her When He hung on the tree And the cross reminds her of His…
Spine of this landscape; this moun… Bathed in hot September sun Live with lizards They let her join them for a bask. She sits and savors this
Can centuries melt into days, When into soul, these eyes will gl… Where islands meet And flames consume Any air
The stars slowly fade and fade, As the sun comes up ray by ray. The birds are chirping To warn them all, That summer has almost
Does anybody know she’s here? Does anybody care? Somebody must remember her. Somebody, somewhere! She’s been shackled in a bamboo ca…
Please forgive them! They know not what havoc they Reeked on you, Their beloved, beautiful home, Now ailing and sad
Her gramma was the very best... pa… Life long test. The strength in her she wishes she… Life long test. But through the tears, she can pla…
Big as the proverbial bull he blun… His way through fragments and shar… Insect-like things too delicate an… His complete understanding; While the fire reaches out past th…
He never loved himself But he fell in love with a woman. He never loved himself, But he fell in love with his work. He never loved himself,
Oh, she wishes that she could fly To hover in the sky. Be close to you, her Lord, Under your caring and powerful eye… Only then would she feel as free a…