Somewhere on a hillside
overlooking a valley of peace
stands a young shepherd.

Alone he stands,
alone with his charges.

On a hillside
overlooking a valley
absent from noise born of industry
trills a bird
first to herald this day's end.

Above a quiet valley
overlooked by a hillside
stands a youth with ears of innocence
who hears the first note of a small chorus.

Standing apart from his sheep,
the boy turns.

Above some mountains
higher than a hillside
lowers the sun.
Done it is with warming this place
it yields to moon and stars
and wide places without light
as they in turn yield
in other places
in other times.

Aloft
over the hillside
above the valley
the sun must say goodnight.
In promise of tomorrow's return
it sends one last great ray at the hillside.

Apart from sheep
away from shepherd
stands a rock.
It has shaded many shepherds.

Above the valley
across from hillside
cattle were driven.
It took many men.
It took much time.
It raised much dust.

Through the dust
above the valley
toward the rock
upon the hillside
arrows the beam.

Speeds the light
stands the rock
sings the bird
turns the boy.

Strikes the light
upon the rock
up the hill
in sight of the youth
who hears the bird.

And in one perfect moment
watches as the rock that gives shade
become the rock
that is a million jewels
as the bird sings
of the coming of night.

In years to come
a shepherd will ask of cattle.

In one year to come
a shepherd
will bring his love to the rock.
Cattle will be driven on that day.

In a select year after that
a shepherd
will bring his son
up the hillside.

On that day
will a new young shepherd
learn to share a miracle.
 

I've been up & I've been down,
and I've stood in one place spinning 'round
I've been bad & I've been good
and I have done things I never thought I would
I've been here and I've been there
and I've wondered if I'm getting anywhere
and I've felt good and I've felt pain
but I've not broken against the strain

chorus:

so I just keep on walking down the wind
faltering, falling, and then getting up again.
Uphill or downhill, I keep one foot in front of the other
never stopping, walking down the wind

there are boys and there are men
and there are people I'll never be again
and there are visions that are only dreams
and there are ways and there are means
there are roads that are full of holes
that I must travel to fulfill my goals
but through it all I have tried to bear and grin,
and just keep on walking down the wind

so I just keep on walking down the wind
faltering, falling and then getting up again
uphill or downhill, I keep one foot in front of the other
never stopping, walking down the wind

And his dreams take the place of his actions -
And his actions just live in his head.
And tho' his plans have their attractions,
He keeps on dreaming in place instead.

He's only dreaming in place.
He fears rejection and disgrace.
He'll keep on dreaming in place.

The other day a cop
busted a dealer in front of a store.
And as soon as that bastard was locked safely away...
that bastard was
replaced
by three more.
But the cop filled out the paperwork
feeling that he'd helped the human
race.
But as long as people are willing to poison themselves,
Then that cop's just dreaming in place.

And his dreams take the place of reality -
Which never gets thru' to his head.
And unless someone wakes him up pretty soon,
He'll keep on dreaming in place  til he's dead.

He's only dreaming in place.
Sleeping thru' danger that he should face.
But he'll keep on dreaming in place.

The election fell down
and now a wrong man is running the show.
The pretty lies he's been telling us
are the only truth we get to know.
But we'll let him raise our taxes
til our paychecks fade with no trace,
And next time we'll vote in another just like him....
Because we're all just dreaming in place.

And we dream of a better reality -
Dreams they inject into our head.
And unless we act with finality,
The dreams they have sold to us will be our bread.

We're just dreaming in place.
And they'll keep us running the maze,
Because we won't stop dreaming in place.
 

you are a great
and wonderful man
that helps his wife
in what ever you can.

you are there for her
each and every day
take care for her
in every way.

the love you have
for her is very strong
and I know that nothing
will ever go wrong.

may God bless you both
in every way
and keep you two
in love each and every day.
 

Mirrors of the soul.

Showing the truth,

Telling the story,

Bypassing the lies.

Don’t judge a book by its cover,

Don’t judge a person by their face.

A personality,

Can only,

Be know,

Through the soul.

Eyes,

They can be a devil or a saint.

They can show what your thinking,

They can show the truth.

Don’t try and hide,

Don’t shelter your feelings.

Joy.

Love.

Hate.

Revenge.

Sorrow.

All these, are emotions,

Reflected in the mirrors.

Hiding inside the deep pockets,

Carved into your head.

Needed for one reason,

And one reason only.

Truth.
 

Eyes,

Mirrors of the soul.

(the spark of life itself it is) a glint
that makes existence mean something

She smiles with serious lips
and she cares to the point of pain
But this flit of pure brightness speaks
run-on beams about mischievous hope
so unlike her demure

She makes you realize eyes only shine because of tears

it grew into a bright young Then,
married a blushing Perfection,
and spawned a precocious Destiny
that curtsied a smile
to a stern melting Existence

you see this Love standing in a photo next to Now
(who's eyes are always shuttered)
air sniffing proud with arm
around and little concerned for
When who needs the help,
nor can afford a gold watch.

I see a bright light
in the distance
my corner gets smaller
then a door opens

The winds come in
and chill my bones
I'm forced to get up
You knew I would

My thoughts are divided
but I keep moving
laughter keeps me warm
when the chill sets in

She sees into the crystal ball
weeps at the loss of innocence
time cannot retrieve
the coldness of the act

He seeks warmth by the fireplace
and glances around his space
looks at all the broken pieces
never fully understanding

She pauses by the door
afraid to speak or move
and wonders why she did it
and shattered both their lives

drawn close to the mortifying fire

her head on her knees
 

Solitude

the spitting coals

intimate crackle of tinder
 

light gutters on the ragged walls

The wick of the cinnamon sun snuffs

 
Now I shall walk the loam yard

for oval stones
 

rake level the old mother

in the last hour of light
 

and just under the earth sow

a pink dahlia

for a fair evening

crab this print

fading to faintest brown
 

gales paw these bricks

bite at the brittle panes

 
december stretches a forefinger

the cold is in my clothes

a slither of glass
 

in my study

those gone astray spectacles are

still on my nose
 

outside the birches are limber inkstains

dipped in the inkwell of winter
 

fungi writes on the wide roman stone
 

By a shiver of candle

This pen circumvents
 

Follow the hard blue flame
 
sow visions of bright bone

into the manilla page

winter bitten posts

To the raw wood stile
 

follow the grain of the land

knots stains the scar of a cut

 
blackberry brawls

rabbits thump

 
Over the hedge

there are spades broken slates

rotten fangs of tractor

stumps of farm shed

 
one cross slumps at the ground

 
In the soil

I smell older earthworks

 
Barrows ripe to burst like acorns
 
The land swells with dead kings
 
 
their blood coronations

have breathed into me
 

Before the teeth of glaciers ground runes

Felt over the girl’s face of the ground and

Pocked it with great stones
 

I have held a hoe over this earth
 
Sunk stubborn feet into this soil

There are times
when I've been
sad,
depressed,
anxious,
annoyed,
angry,
overwhelmed.

But any day now
I'm going to be
pretty,
kind,
happy,
peaceful,
loving.

And any day now
I'll find the happiness
that has haunted me
every time
I've felt sad.

Then later they found
they didn't have to be underground,
so they went to Hitsville U.S.A.

They made us laugh,
they made us cry,
they made us sing along.

And ever since
they sang in the fields
their music has become more strong.

We can try
And we can pray
But we won't have the pain to sing as they did.

But fear not my friends,
the music never ends,
because more singers are inspired every day.

If I just give him time, I'm sure he'll choose me...

she knew what to say,
always so sure
and when all I touched
seemed only to blur
I ached for that skin,
to wear it as fur
somehow transform
and become just like her

certain I was her
clear eyes had seen
womanly perfection,
or so it would seem
never a pimple,
every boy's wet dream
the girls were so jealous,
they loved to be mean

what we didn't know then was
she knew how we felt
she lived in the shadow
of someone herself
girls don't yet realize
when they are so young
we enemy each other,
thinking that's how it's done

a boy stole her heart,
and left her so blue
she loved as you loved,
she feels like you do

  From strangers we became friends
  Supporting one other without much constraints
  Being together always an enjoyment
  Talking to each other always such a fulfillment

But now, my friend, you have confessed
Your feelings for me you have professed
With all the strength that we possess
We must realize we can't progress

  If only we can turn back the clock
  And met at time we were both unlock
  May be things wouldn't seem so bleak
  May be we can reach the peak

The time has come for us to part
As we know it's a sin to be lovers of the heart
To meet again and never to depart
On to a friendship with a new kind of start

Kissed.. like a virgin snow
Melting all defenses
Crushing all resistance
Leaving me helpless
Like a motherless child
Seeking your loving hands
Begging your attention
Awaiting your tenderness
Tasting your soft lips
Finding comfort
Feeling secure
In your arms
In your heart
In your love…

Yes, there's lavender on her pillow
for her peaceful summer rest
by the lazy summer river
as it drifts towards the west,
and the swallows circle swift and low
beside the Murray's tide
where the water gently ripples
and the buzzing insects glide.

No one but her can see the clouds
as memories of her life,
with images that come and go
of mother, lover, wife.
The moments shine with gold and pink
as the setting of the sun
projects this epic movie
for an audience of one.

And the lavender on her pillow
gives her peaceful summer rest
by the lazy summer river
as it drifts towards the west,
where the swallows circle swift and low
beside the Murray's tide,
where the water gently ripples
and the buzzing insects glide.