south by southwest...

how smooth you slip into my dreams
like a free-floatin’ licorice stream
runnin’ south by southwest downhill
makin’ me wish we was together still
your love seeking salvation in the crevices
etched in my flesh by all those lost faces
of time without life without light
a time like some kind’a biblical blight
time standin’ still in the barren sands
holdin’ me hostage in hell’s bad lands

 

 then come wet blessin’s from blue skies above
washin’ you in with all’a your love
next come the sweet rains pourin’ down
makin’ me wish i could lay down ‘n drown
in your free-floatin’ licorice stream
that slides so swift into my dreams
runnin’ south by southwest downhill
straight to the spot’a the kill 

washin’ away all'a my will
makin’ me wish we was together still

south by southwest
downhill

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the jagged terrain...

 

he comes from a place far away
a place where night is day
and day brings no light
like a devil's dark blight
where love’s gone astray
and can't find its way
a place where barren is the land
like pearls of a broken strand
and cross the mountains deep
windswept tears sweep
the jagged terrain
like a ragin’ train

yes, he comes
from a place
far away

 

he comes
from
my
heart

he
comes
to
me

he
comes
for
me

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the shadow bird...

the shadow bird flies

through moonlit skies 

casting softly his spell

on those burning in hell 

can he not forgive 

those souls who do live 

one life at a time 

regardless their crime

the keep...

the blinding edge of reality

suffers not the me of me

when darkness wraps my heart in love's eternity

and ravens black in forests deep

bemuse themselves in sorrow's keep

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the crows fly...

the crows fly overhead

dropping dreams upon the dead

crying out to those who pled
do not your feathers shed
for soon to moon you’ll be wed
and in her arms will you bed
with her stars your love is bred

 






there will be the holy thread
all wound up in shades of red
tracking those whose hearts have fled
leaving circles where they bled
drawn in death’s cold black lead
do not think you’ve misread
listen now to what’s been said

the crows fly overhead
dropping dreams upon the dead

where will you be led?

the dragon eye...

the dragon eye
floating high
floating free
holding me
in the deep dark night sky

do not its power we belie
rising

in its guided time
pure perfection

at its prime
casting life’s diamond slivers
upon the black waters quiver
spirit probe
the golden globe
the blessed ball
does surely all enthrall

floating free

holding me

holding thee

floating high

the dragon eye

on nights of golden moon...

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the road may call your name
but i still whisper it
on nights of golden moon

i keep it in my box
of things that mean the most
and take it out at times

to hold it to my lips
to savor it once more
as if each time the last 

and in my heart i sing
loves sweetest song to you
the one that calls your name

so i can whisper it
on nights of golden moon

so i can whisper it

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