The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps
Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester
Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness
En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam
No patience To wait beside The wishing well run dry No pennies to drop Till the rain
Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues
Her High flying moon sunshine nothin but all sees All in the evening seized Underneath seas of tired cosmic st…
Flames burning higher and higher The skies on fire Blue bullets rip Before I can kiss her goodbye The mermaids swim through
Five O Three Cruising down the highway The stolen vehicle Sunroof down Gleaming in the sunlight
Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens
Black leather Doused with sun tan crisco She’s dancing the funky San Fran Disco Oozing sweat
Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating
God whispering in a seashell Beside the wishing well Beneath the skies Where seagulls dwell The forces of nature
My dearest I have seen you in my dreams Could you be loved Allow me to introduce you To the love deep inside of me
Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight