Wonder of the world
And blessing for my heart
You appeared in my life like a
Shining star on my path

Only you, only your love
Forever in my heart

Longing for you, eternally
On the road to your heart; I'm
Venturing, hesitantly
Infinitely stuck in me; I'll
Never let you go, as you're a
Gift for my soul that's making it shine.

Me and little buddy
we've traveled near and far.
Galaxian storm troopers
just looking for a bar.
Some place to lay our baggage down
and break out our guitars.
Turn our amps up loud
and find some folks to jar.
The sound may be annoying,
but they won't get very far
There's no place in the system
except this distant star.
They'll have to scurry outside
and sleep out in there cars'.
We'll make a raucous noise,
with sounds like weird citars.
Smoke a little dope

Bright white light, floods yet again
Locked in waist length braids
She proudly walks
Stepping safe and sure
Her calm allure, so pure

Sleep into silent dream
Unknown worlds and schemes
Clouded, foggy visions
Green gardens of faith
Beyond the guarded gate

Clear stream of unconsciousness
Pulls her heart from scorching fire
He tosses it aside
Stay here forever...
His fantasy stops

she checks her sons pockets for change and gold coated lockets before tossing his trousers and collared shirts in the wash
she folds each pair inside out and sets the water to cold
she inspects his whites for signs of stains when the dryers' bell tolls
with her long hair tied up, untidy
her nimble fingers fold his clothes ever so gently
she hums to herself and smiles with pride
thinking of the work he'll do with these clothes on his back
she puts extra care into washing his business wear

As origin of Homo Sapien species surged ahead,
harboring nascent predominance
asper said primate reproductively bred,
(albeit via incremental fits and starts)
evolutionary forebears didst dread
Tom Tom Club former members
an American new wave band founded in 1981
by husband-and-wife team Chris Frantz
and Tina Weymouth
as a side project from Talking Heads,
rocketing them to super stardom
similar to heights of fame and fortune,
where band zeppelin led
exemplifying, fortifying, and glorifying QED

He stands just a little straighter,
throws his once strong shoulders back.
He hears, "My Country Tis of Thee"
his handsome face, no longer slack.

Wounded in his defiant mind,
he was left blind upon the field.
All of him did not come home,
and his brave heart won't ever yield.

He spends silent days still fighting,
for his faceless God and country
His tired, worn wife still tends him,
she's praying, "Please come back to me."

I brushed past a spirit on my way down the stairs
and on the back of my neck to, their " bristly ends", stood those hairs
I pondered there in fright with some measured apprehension
To this lost soul's final journey, a fiery decent or blessed ascension.

And I realised but there in an instant be it pig farmer or ballet
By the scent in this breezeway of a sweet, scented bouquet
As I turned and looked upward a floating orb there appeared
and l knew she was homeward bound, a life's path faithfully steered.

Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled itself handedly,
magnificently, and splendidly
envision unicellular olympic competition,

Nightly she is alone
Her heart a queen
That forfeited the throne

Her power
A bright hope
For a dark hour

She erases pain
her mere smile
puts an end to rain

Oh, when she cries
A star from heaven
slowly dies

Oh, this is no tale
Just a queen
That will prevail

Her sweet embrace
Gives a hope
No tyrant can erase

Oh, who can she be?
in pages of time
she is set free

given the chance
enemies turned
lovers that dance

My Military Hero

My military hero, my father,
Protecting us at all costs
A true guardian in times of crisis

My father, my hero,
Forever my inspiration,
A soldier, a protector,
Always in my heart