the earth warrior...

I'm not an environmentalist. 

I am

an 

Earth

warrior. 

the gypsy weeps...

her eyes in midnight velvet
black jet tamed by no man yet

soft breasts of alabaster silk
with skin like soft creamy milk

her hair spread like raven wings
when she speaks the gods do sing

lips all pouty and shimmering wet
she lives and loves without regret

spinning webs in ribbons of light
laid in shadows of darkest night
                   
secrets hid in her red red heart
yearning for a love not lived apart

wish she did with all her might
but life alone is her sad plight

and so it is in the forest deep
the heavens sleep

as
the gypsy weeps

hey mister...

hey mister!
where you headed?
you gitten’ all wedded?
wearin’ yur sundy mornin’ pants
and yur satidy night smile
you sure are lookin’ good!
oh, yeah, sure wish i could!

ride the moonbeams...

wrap your soul in sun rays
do not your dreams decay

dance your heart under the stars
feel the spirit of the gypsy’s guitar

then ride the golden moonbeams

everything’s as it seems

what the world needs...

“Don’t
ask
yourself
what

the
world
needs.
Ask
yourself
what
makes
you

come
alive
and
go
do
that,
because
what
the
world
needs
is
people
who
have
come
alive."