Always Making Things Better

Prayer in times of test and tribulation,
   can truly ease the pricking thorn
Silence in solace and consolation,
   guides the fallen to be reborn
Let's go forward with steady concentration,
   in pursuit of our ultimate best
In a search for the love of all nations,
   let's not waiver, subside, nor rest
Then in celebration of joy brought to light,
   we'll praise all day and Dance all night!

prepare for the end

Knowing that soon the world will end
I rise up and prepare all my love to send

Packed in parcels with buttons and bows

I wrap each nurture from my top to my toes

All the hugs are festooned with garland and lace

Every smile has a sparkle to match my face

In clear tiny bottles I collect romantic tears

Careful to exclude double doubts or fears

Great joy is bundled with the utmost care

A needed ingredient upon arriving there

With nurturing, hugs, smiles, and true romance

I can set out to begin the ultimate last dance

I joyfully surround myself with stranger now friend

And love each exciting moment till it absolute end

The Holy Holy Holy Trinity

Freedom Justice Equality
Here to there and back again
These mighty three lead us to win
Any right of passage or battle or test
Has met in this trio our very best
When a task blares a dubious battle call
The triumphant triad deliver all
What then would our Legacy be
Lacking the wealth of the Holy Trinity?

Without Justice- Freedom lags in a tattered sway, blown by wailing winds
of harm that swirl and swarm enough to tug heavily, pulling, growing larger
and becoming the weary weight that wears worse on soul after soul.
The face of fairness is without form.

Without Freedom- Equality lies lifeless, dormant to the winds of change
which move everywhere but here. Breezes ripe with creativity have no ability
to be buoyant. Ideas that could rise are not opportune for flights of inspiration.
The struggle for warmth and welcoming withers.

Without Equality- Justice leers a lurid glaze, far beyond future horizons toward
a one dimensional past. There, charged with impoverished tales and rich with
painful indignity, we no longer abide in the realm of dreams.
The ability to live out the vistas of possibility is lost.

allow trust live

allow

know and love is all that is true

to make and create as of late

as fortunate fate makes posibility state

anthems singing valiantly of the great prize

alive in our eyes wihout fearful lies giving rise

to all cries of discord strife despise,

yet but be honest and darndest soaring

out and up and through and over

banks of riches as wide walls fall

around unfurling hearts and molded minds

trust

for each kernal of knowing can breath

little whispers encased in roars

calling for more to be sure

that love shall endure ever pure

aloft in allure amongst foule and foulard

comfort assurd open prone to disarm

at challenge and alarm led far from harm

smothered in love's warm bountiful arms

live

actively practicing studying grace

cruising persuing fine tastes laced in

traces of art nearest beauty worn

footing to face crafted nobly as

armour undoubtedly fragranced in

magnificent love born of a happy place

where celebration rumbles its pulse

Now

Limited by nothing

with everywhere to go

Tales of adventure

beckon me so

Lost in wandering

from place to post

I yearn for the stories

that thrill the most

A king among men

has no clue of my stride

As problems vanish

with Love by my side

Go now in search

of thine own mystic land

Where all that is possible

is made truth by thy hand

on the ny waterfront

never the same ebbing contantly

moving waters carry quickly me

inner spaces out to rouring sea

all too soon we end believably

buddah sat

buddah sat and sat and sat
eventually he began to chat
jesus wandered all alone
until within he discovered home
ramtha transformed into the wind
becoming this he began again

journeys that have shown a way
do guide us now to live each day
on paths of ardur strife and brights
bemold us well to luminous heights
such wealth in the knowing born are we
each footstep a token of rich currency

shall we go on squabble fuss cuss acuse
with intolerence ignorance fear as the ruse
the longer our pledge to the pain body feed
for such time will our souls be in need
open wide out with all of our sences
and we'll have a world without fences

fortune waves

fortune waves its crystal scepter
languid crests nudge at my door
beguiling by simple reason and wit
building its crowns from rush to roar

justice calls its lonesome cry
are you hearing the heartfelt song?
will you be standng at the ovation?
shall we and family sing along?

humanity often seeks its best
in making dreams of a better way
persistence pays to pass each test
revealed as learning day by day

living leads by circumstance
bringing opportunity to our door
held captive by the dance of chance
until all possibilities are no more

venture not where fortune fails
nor where justice has no song to sing
any dreams will have verily vanished
from the tempest bad times will bring

rather, tarry in the moment
give into the lush of now
all the goodness comes upon you
never waivering from the wow!

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So That Love Is What Remains

Until the day when we decide

That warfare is insane
Let us pray to use our lives in toil
So that love is what remains

May the spark of oneness and common good
Be the place in which we dwell
Where all forms of scorn, division and strife
Erode before the living well

The message is love, now is the time
Wake up, reach out, be alive
The example is clear, unity or death
Understand this and thrive

If not for love there could be no joy
There would be no you nor me
Imagine no love among girl between boy
Just how strange that would be

If not in love the heart coughs and sighs
Gasping for that which sustains
Give all to love make reality rise
So that love is what remains

Artist I?

Beauty of the ancients
sitting standing near and far
following my every move
ever higher goes the bar

Tested on the basics
compositions pass and fail
broad imagination lingers
dream ideas to no avail

How to meet the challenge
midst a sea of high relief
strokes of genius call to question
inspiration and belief

Must I continue doing makings
while the colors swirl and swoon
passion dictates this delima
has an answer non too soon

What A Who I Am

I’ve lived enough now to know what makes me
There’s inside and outside and more than you see
I’m studied and tested; I can smile, pout and cry
My god is my anchor as life rushes by

Sometimes I like girls sometimes I like guys
Sometimes I just love to see big sexy thighs
It’s just what I am without judgment or guilt
I am the sturdy temple that my god has built

I’m all into giving and lending a hand
It’s one part of me that makes me a man
Other parts are evolving and changing each day
The love of my god has taught me this way

To care for the spaces and the souls of my kin
Can lead me to heaven and guide me to win
I’ll do unto others as I want done to me
I’ll give to the world what my god’s given me

In moments of turmoil, through spasms of pain
I know there are rainbows that come after rain
When the world can be cruel, confusing and kind
It’s my god that arms me with true peace of mind