There’s a whalin’ sax blowing in my ear.

The sun is setting at the end of the pier.

Everyone’s dancin’ out to sea.

And I’ve got nobody here with me.

So I’m puttin’ out a line

and I’m reeling in a real good time, yah.

There’s a party going down every man for himself.

I see a hot sailor and I’m checkin’ him out.

The crew is brewing up a tidal wave,

and I’ve got me a love life to save.

So I’m puttin’ out a line

and I’m reeling in a real good time, yah.

Well, there’s something fishy at the end of the pier.

Something is fishy at the end of the pier.

There’s a swell building up to a salty splash.

And I’ve got me a man to catch.

So I’m puttin’ out a line

and I’m reeling in a real good time, yah.

I buy the paper,

read the history in the works.

Of politics and common jerks.

What’s happened in the world?

Oh, I don’t know.

Legends, dates and omens,

they please the mind,

not the soul.

Intellectual

trash.

Taught me by the Romans.

Oh, I always thought for myself.

How strange the paradox.

Tie down a hero and he feels the weight of ropes.

Feels the weight of ropes.

But all things are not

the way they’re meant to be.

Are we like two strangers on the street?

Are we like two strangers on the street?

In ancient chaste poetic.

I contemplate to prove,

loving you is just pathetic.

I’ll have a menu,

pour another cup of coffee, please.

I watch the strangers come and go,

your somewhere in this world,

that I don’t know.

Oh, I always thought for myself.

How strange the paradox.

Tie down a hero and he feels the weight of ropes.

Feels the weight of ropes.

But all things are not

the way they’re meant to be.

Are we like two strangers on the street?

Are we like two strangers on the street?

Silence filled an echoed swoon.

No notes.

No tune.

Hollow breathing began to beat my chest.

Pounding heart

beating at my breast.

On first sight

the music played,

as we made

Love with Our Eyes.

So sweet and slow

when it begun.

I feel in love with the song.

Thunder started the rhythm’s

haunting melody.

A cold sweat beaded my skin

and trembled down my knees.

I looked up,

into your eyes.

When in my head the music played,

as we made

Love with Our Eyes.

We never touched.

I never knew.

But how I remember that haunting tune.

I close my eyes

and hum of him,

the sweetest love song ever sung.

I close my eyes

and hear it play,

as we made

Love with Our Eyes.

The first time I met her,

Levi’s, green eyes

and a Letterman’s sweater.

Her eyes were full of wonder,

her hair strung ‘round her face.

She said she had a power

that someday would appear.

She seemed so like a child,

yet, her voice rang in my ears.

She had a certain thunder

of innocence and grace.

Her eyes were full of wonder,

her hair strung ‘round her face.

And when I had to leave her,

I felt her watch me go.

A loneliness welt up inside of me,

that grabbed my inner soul.

I knew I’d always miss her,

I knew I always would.

Though time has passed,

it would seem,

I never left at all.

I can see the way the wind caught her dress

as she stood looking over the hills.

That moment when I saw her standing by herself,

she was so peaceful and still.

When she realized I was watching her,

she quickly hid her mind.

But for that single moment,

I knew her thoughts as mine.

It was then I understood

the world from her eyes.

The pain she felt for others

was no burden of a child.

And she had said, "This is the best place in the world,

the place where you are."

Her eyes full of wonder,

I knew she was a star.

Friends,

we were talking as friends.

In confidence.

Oh, how I was held in suspense.

So intense.

Every word, every sentence,

I had to look away.

Close my eyes just to hide the pain.

When he said,

"Love,

have you ever been

in love, have you ever been?"

Well, I

couldn’t tell him.

That I’ve

only loved

only him.

No, I couldn’t pretend

not to be lost

in circumstance.

Oh, how I was held in a trace.

So intense.

Every word,

every sentence,

I had to look away.

Turn my eyes just to hide the pain.

When he said,

"Love,

have you ever been,

in love, have you ever been?"

Well, I

could tell him.

That I’ve

only loved

only him.

Never could any love be seen

in eyes that won’t look at me.

In secret, I was there

with a search for truth in the air.

I knew for us, it was over.

The will of spite

and vengeful hate,

cursed upon me

sterned faced.

Beseech me,

now I am awake.

With matters

of a higher aim.

I will have my way

and venture to a better place,

not under such a horrid thing

as shame.

Walking alone

through a vast and dark plain.

In praise of the ten Kings

who know of my name.

The journey through intermediate existence,

I could find no provisions.

No place to remain,

no supplies to be had.

The darkness is said

to be like the dead.

With only the light of the stars

before me and behind.

To the left and to the right,

all is obscure.

Not a single person to bear my company.

No way to be sure.

Trudging alone over a vast plain

to mountains high with terrain,

treacherous crags, as sharp as swords.

You will be my unbreakable staff,

Held tightly in my hand.

Safely, I will cross

to the dwelling of the Kings.

To the river of three crossings.

Winter calls it’s winds of follies

and the Eagle bestows

it’s gift to the listener.

The Naguel searches to remember,

so the seer glows

it’s code of arms.

The curtain of fog lifts

to prevail,

before my eyes, I see.

Beckon to the despondent

as she becomes.

The second calling to the respondent

as he becomes.

And together they are as one,

and the rule is revealed.

You can write me off

as a no return.

"She speaks of love

and what’s wrong with the world."

I speak of love, unconditional.

Honey, can you spare some change?

Maybe you have friends a plenty.

A lot of things, a lot of money.

But I don’t judge by what I see,

the truth is plain enough to feel.

Love is real,

love is real.

Though you say you’ll never change,

that it just is not your way,

honey, can you spare the change?

It’s so hard to find someone

who won’t give up on you.

Like the others in the past,

who disappointed you.

You can give up on love,

but it won’t give up on you.

Honey, can you spare the pain?

Love is real,

love is real.

Though you say you’ll change,

love is something you can’t maintain,

honey, can’t you see the way?

Maybe, you’ll never appreciate me.

You’ll never try to believe.

Grant me the serenity

to accept what I can’t change

and to change the things I can.

You can say she was some crazy girl.

"She spoke of love

and what’s wrong with the world.

She spoke of love, I never understood,

funny, how I see it now."

Soliloquy and solitude.

It pays the bills,

it buys the booze.

And you say it’s just a stepping stone,

but it doesn’t matter

with no love around.

What are you doing, baby

with no love around?

With all your fancy girls.

They don’t understand you,

your alone.

Oh, they can warm your bath

and hold your robe.

Warm your bed,

but still it’s cold.

What are you doing, baby

with no love around.

Life is just work and letters.

Maybe, there’s a friend or two.

Does it really matter
with no love around.

And when you ask yourself,

"is this what I’m after?"

Are you kidding yourself

or do you have an answer.

Are you just

living as an imposture?

What are you doing, baby

with no love around.

You see the way I chant my lips

and you smell rose perfume.

You hear the way I tell you,

your a spiritual cocoon.

Feel a sudden shiver

of long distance hypnotist.

Your mind begins to wonder

as I light white candlesticks.

And in your dreams, I fly right in,

I don’t even knock.

Better think about changin’ the locks.

I know, I know

there’s more than physical.

My love, my love

is spiritual.

My love, my love

my love is spiritual.

You see the way I meditate

and I flash in your mind.

You can feel me watching you,

using my third eye.

They say that all in love is fair,

but you don’t stand a chance.

This is spiritual, baby, we’re talking presence.

My love, my love

is spiritual.

A wedding day

romantic cruise.

The silly dreams, it seems

I always have with you.

A honeymoon

nice cloths to wear.

Let’s sail around the world

and be a millionaire.

I’ll write a book

you be a star.

Let’s save our money up

and buy a brand new car.

Let’s build a house,

we’ll what the heck.

How about a yacht

and never be in debt.

We dream of things

we may never have.

But we have love

and the little things make us laugh.

God, forgive me.

I’m a little child running wild.

Innocent me.

Are the children running free?

Juvenile free.

Juvenile free.

Three men watching me.

Hope, Faith and Charity.

Tried and sentenced me,

deaf to my plea.

Three men watching me.

Died and delivered thee,

wide eyed, patiently,

Juvenile free.

Juvenile free,

Oh, God have pity on me.

With no parental seed,

growing up,

in me.

Heaven’s tears unwind,

crying down,

crying down.

Oh, nurture peace and time

to cultivate my mind.

Oh, Juvenile free.

Oh, the irony.

Trapped inside of me.

Too long I’ve waited.

Oh, the irony.

Trapped inside of me.

Time to go

and let you know,

you traded.

Trust

Traded

for lust

X-Rated.

Trust

Traded

for lust

X-Rated.

Oh, the irony.

Trapped inside of these,

bindings and pages.

Oh, the irony.

Let me out of these,

Time to go

and let you know,

It’s all in your head,

all you’ve got to do is make them.

Everything is read

from a good imagination.

Took a look in the local library,

caught a book and I found out that it was free.

I’m gunna check it out.

Took a look in the local library,

caught a book and I found it set my mind free.

I’m gunna check it out.

Yeah.

Locks were meant to be broken.

Putting words of love in motion.

Your devious devotion.

Poison me.

With your words of passion.

So, beautifully.

Send my senses crashing.

Can’t you see

your torturing me,

You poison me,

poison me.

Talk is like a torture.

Burning, burning like a torch so,

I want more.

Intoxicating desire.

Is turning, turning words to wishes,

give me, give me, give me more.

I can feel the slow flow.

Through my heart in my blood you go.

Oh, no.

No, hope.

There’s no antidote.

Poison me.

With your words of passion.

So tenderly.

Send my senses crashing.

Can’t you see,

your torturing me.

You poison me,

poison me.

Not another lonely day goes by.

Not another lovely night

to cry

myself to sleep.

Not another endless hour to wait.

For somebody new,

or someone who

is always late.

The one love of my life.

Never be another one,

there won’t ever be someone

like you are,

like you are.

The one love of my life.

You mean everything to me,

your my poetry.

Not another moments gone by too fast.

I don’t want another one

to become the past

I threw away.

The one love of my life.

Never be another one,

there won’t ever be someone

like you are,

like you are.

The one love of my life.

You mean everything to me.

Your my symphony.

And in my heart I know,

if I had to, I’d let you go.

I couldn’t keep you tied,

even though it’s suicide.

Isn’t love, isn’t love a sacrifice?

Your the one love,

The one love, of my life.

Big town scenes, city boy.

Dirty dreams,

to avoid.

They’ve got no grace,

they’ve got no poise,

City boys.

City boy.

Are you through making noise?

City boy.

Men are men and boys are toys.

City boy.

If you want to feel my touch,

don’t you know that once is never, never enough,

cause I could love you, I could love you,

too much.

Give me sight,

give me vision.

Take me from this mass collision.

Of man, machine, no simple joy.

Come one, come on, come one, come one

come one City boy.

Take me from this fast pace rat race.

Take me to a slow place, some place.

I’m looking for the peace of mind,

the peace of mind, the steady kind.

Are you ready for the steady life?

City boy.

First it was fear,

his hands to try the skill,

the eyes to love or kill.

Then anger rushed,

in lightning’s own

his secrets blushed.

He who thought he was so clever,

still his whispers promised pleasure.

Still he touched her,

still he loved her,

not to know the measure

of a woman’s love.

A soft response she chose.

The sweetest theme at every close.

And hidden well was his reply,

although, she knew it was a lie.

Still he touched her,

still he loved her,

not to know the measure

of a woman’s love.

A hundred songs I’ve written,

a hundred more to sing.

Thirty years of talking

and I’ve not said a thing.

A hundred miles I’ve traveled,

a hundred more to go.

Adolescence is a weary trail.

The travel has been slow.

A thousand gifts I’ve given,

a thousand to receive.

But one, the gift of living

that I have yet to weave.

A million to one, my chances.

A million more appear.

Patiently, I’ve listened

but I have yet to hear.

One by one

the angels fall.

Count them,

count them all.

One by one

the angels call.

Hear them,

hear them all.

The first falls to temptation.

Confusing his own destination.

Forgetting who he was.

Forgetting

what needs to be done.

The second falls over lust.

Stumbling over his mistrust.

Drowning as a child does.

Losing

the to find love.

The last two fall together

and though they fall together,

they still fall apart.

One by one

the angels fall.

Count them,

count them all.

I never stand out of a crowd,

I stand in it.

Never a loser last,

I win it.

I never sink before I swim,

never wonder on a whim,

I never finish ‘til I begin,

I end it.

Speak softly when you do,

speak low

and keep your heart hidden.

For all that I can give you

is no.

A tenderness forbidden.

Come carefully when you do,

but keep silent your thoughts.

And keep in mind the things I’ve said,

so simply.

Love was never sought.

So long are

the days worn.

Nights sleep

until the morn.

Long forgotten

by a woman’s scorn.

When love is lost,

then love is reborn.

Cabby carry my burden.

Guide me down

a path of rubble and stone.

The midnight train

saw the last terrain.

Burden, I’m walking alone.

We met on the street.

The street called Peace.

But Sekkai ni Heina

is a lonely street.

It was dark and I was afraid.

"Do you remember me?"

was all that you said.

We slept on the floor.

Doesn’t anyone recognize love anymore?

But we just wasted love, wasted time.

If a Neon light didn’t all but scream out

in the night.

We closed our eyes

but could not go to sleep.

How could we miss the sign

written in the night.

Don’t ever say

is wasn’t meant to be.

Sekkai ni Heina

is a lonely street.

Move it over, pass on by.

Move it over in our minds.

Close your eyes and deny

the street of Peace.

Close your eyes and hide.

Close your eyes and sleep.

Sekkai ni Heina is a lonely street.

Sekkai ni Heina is a lonely street.

I won’t miss my target.

Honey, I’m a red eye archer.

I wouldn’t test the market

before I knew my options.

There’s a union buzzin’

through a dime a dozen.

Call it anything you want.

I call it,

Love Logic.

I could be a lady

for a million dollars.

But I wouldn’t make a wave

until I swam the waters.

March me in a legion,

I’m a citizen of bliss.

Call it blaspheme,

but I call it at the kiss.

There’s a strategy planning,

that makes my Capital gain.

Plotting advertisement,

can give a girl a name.

But playing hard to catch,

gets damaged goods allowance.

So the ski line is my budget, baby.

I’m a contract talent.

It’s the searching heart of this crusade

that keeps me low cost spending.

No I wouldn’t give a stock exchange

for balanced interest pending.

Call it business of the heart.

You can laugh and say it’s comic.

Call it anything you want.

I call it,

Love logic.

There’s a sense of sadness,

hinders on the waiting.

But the air will stir

the still and pulseless world.

There’s a sense of sadness.

When your young and when your waiting.

And nothing comes to you, nothing comes to you,

nothing comes for you.

Oh, John D.

What have we come to?

Not even our love is free.

Oh, John D.

Where is the wonder?

Where is the feeling complete?

Oh, John D.

There’s a sense of madness.

Reckless in the waiting.

Friends who say they know you,

say your easily fooled.

There’s a sense of sadness.

When your young and when your waiting.

And no love comes to you, no love comes to you,

no love comes for you.

Oh, John D.

What have we come to?

Not even our love is free.

Oh, John D.

Where is the wonder?

Where is the feeling complete?

Oh, John D.

Don’t listen to the reasons,

the spotlight on some rule.

I speak the tongues of angels,

let love come for you.

Oh, there’s a sense of sadness.

When your young and when your waiting.

Let love come to you, let love come to you,

Let love come for you.

I guess I could love you averagely.

Wait ‘til you ask me

on a date.

Be married,

before it’s too late.

Everyday you can go to your average job.

Come home and watch T.V.

like the average Bob.

And I’ll make you an average dinner.

Meat loaf,

every Monday.

Oh, scream love.

Oh, scream love.

I’d rather love you until I scream.

Oh, scream love.

Oh, scream love.

I’d rather love be like a scream.

Oh, scream love.

We can make love averagely.

Have an average family.

And the hum drum

and the boredom

will hardly keep us awake.

I guess I could love you averagely.

But I’d rather love be like a scream.

Oh, scream love.

Oh, scream love.

I’d rather love you until I scream.

Oh, scream love.

Oh, scream love.

I’d rather love be like a scream.

Oh, scream love.

But if you’d rather our love be average,

I’m sure I can manage.

I’ll give you want ever

love you need.

But I’d rather love be like a scream.

Oh, scream love.

He was fifty-five when he began to reign.

And he did what was right

in the sight

and for the name.

But his purity of heart

had been lost along the way.

So given to him

was a woman.

And the choice between,

The name of love

or of the name.

Now it came to pass

that he became established.

All that there was

became his wishes and his labor.

But the purity of true love

had indulged in his suspicion.

Therefore, in his eyes

the beauty of her

never had existed.

But the woman was strong

in her own right.

Was that not the purpose of the gift?

She held her head high and sacrificed

what a woman has to give.

In one year of passing, she became

what his eyes could not deceive.

A true gift of love,

offered him once,

to the many spoils of greed.

So let it be said

of the lesson he won.

With the weight of gold

upon his palm.

The wealth of a woman.

And the value of love.

Bent my baby’s ear.

Scared him with my whim.

Airmail flew my message

to a foreign land.

I crossed the Pacific

to put love into his hands.

Who do you think loved you

when the words were gone?

My love is of you,

not of song.

Charlie opened his eyes, said

"I never knew her

from the ground."

But somehow he still missed her

when she stopped coming ‘round.

Who do you think loves you

when the music is done?

Who do you think loves you

when the words are gone?

My love is of you,

not of song.

Good-bye Capital Hill.

What a difference we’d have made.

Funny how you study

being afraid.

I didn’t know how to love you,

I had just begun.

But who do you think still loved you

when the words were gone?

My love was of you,

not of song.

The rain has stopped

and in my room.

The sun shines through

an airy gloom.

Filters into something new

and rests upon my mind.

Darkest days.

Autumn leaves falling like rain.

Stormy nights.

Looks like love has gone,

again.

I said, "no!

You can’t go,

don’t take the sun!"

But lightning strikes across the sky,

stormy songs of lullaby.

Thunder drums to keep the beat

of raindrops falling in the street.

Oh, stormy nights

sing to me.

Your my only company.

Stormy nights

sing to me.

Your my only company,

stormy nights.

I write letters I never send.

Songs I never sing.

What’s the point to pretend

that anybody’s listening.

When I was young and I had vision

played like a video tape.

It can heal and it can change,

but it can’t erase life’s mistakes.

Crying only gets you,

crying only gets you,

tears, tears.

Crying only gets you,

crying only gets you,

tears, tears.

When you wake up and find,

your wasted away.

And you can’t depend on the human race.

Crying only gets you,

tears.

I have no one that I call friend.

Phone I never ring.

What’s the point to pretend

there’s anybody answering.

When I was young and I had vision,

played it to escape.

It can heal and it can change,

but you can’t erase life’s mistakes.

Crying only gets you,

crying only gets you,

tears, tears.

Crying only gets you,

crying only gets you,

tears, tears.

When you wake up and find,

your wasted away.

And you can’t depend on the human race.

Crying only gets you,

tears.

You do or die philosophize.

Take the truth and criticize.

But your heart and Asian eyes

are empty.

You say love can be denied.

Don’t you know I read your eyes.

They tell stories

that make my heart bleed.

You taught me about life.

How the stars and skies derived.

You say,

"God and love don’t exist."

But I can prove it to you,

I can prove it to you,

I can prove it

if you don’t resist.

Love comes slowly.

I can prove it to you,

I can prove it to you.

Love comes slowly.

I’ll show you, show you.

I’ll show you what to do.

Little things are fine,

but I can read between the lines.

With your intuition dry,

don’t tempt me.

You say,

"Love can be denied.’

But you know I see the lies.

They tell stories that make my heart free.

What good is beauty

when your blind?

What good is empty

wasted time.

What good’s the sun

if it can’t shine?

What good is beauty

when your blind?

What good is love

if it’s not real.

What good is life

if you don’t feel?

You take yours

and I’ll take mine.

What good is beauty

when your blind?

Life without love,

Life without love,

what’s life without love?

Wasted time,

wasted time.

What good is beauty

when your blind.

One more sunset,

one more day.

Life just slips away

and I’m in a daze.

Nothing seems to be the same

and I fight against the change.

One more sunset,

one more day.

Time just slips away

and I’m in a daze.

Living inside these chains

of yesterday.

Oh, prisoner

of the past.

Living for yesterday.

And a love I can’t have.

Oh, prisoner

of the past.

Wishing for yesterday.

And what I can’t have.

One more sunset,

one more day.

I came alive on Diamond Drive.

I always knew the truth,

youth would not survive.

A child’s dream would die.

I came alive on Diamond Drive.

I held within my hands,

the sands of father time,

by the love within your eyes

Oh, how youth so foolishly,

gives away the love

you’ll same day need.

Turn back

the hands of time.

Find the love

I left behind.

Turn back

the hands of time.

To love the love that was mind,

on Diamond Drive.

He had a nerve

when he said to me.

You get what you deserve

living factually.

He painted posters

for a magazine,

selling sketches and dreams

of his girls.

He was a smooth talking man,

of his own words.

With an unadulterated love of obscure.

Animated man.

I found that he draws his own world

from a woman of my caliber.

Animated man.

We had a common connoisseur.

The ability to lure,

whatever we wanted in our hands.

Animated man.

He couldn’t find fault

in a model profile.

It drove him to a madness in his

mind.

Obsessive art is always

at it’s best.

But so am I

when in a bind.

Animated man.

We had a common connoisseur.

The ability to lure,

whatever we wanted in our hands.

Animated man.

When the sky

no longer cries

it’s sad, sad rain.

When the oceans

have gone dry

and dust remains.

When the rivers

run to dirt.

And I hunger

and I thirst.

When there’s nothing left on earth,

nothing left on earth,

nothing left on earth,

still,

I’ll have you.

When the sun has turned to ice.

Still, I’ll have you.

When the moon shuts out it’s lights.

Still, I’ll have you.

When the stars fade out and die,

and we’re drifting without time.

When no love in man survives,

still,

I’ll have you.

Have you heard the legend of Sunny Rock?

Raging waters to the sky,

silver lines the clouds

and screeches through the night.

Protect the beauty,

the beast is in sight.

Oh, Sunny Rock.

Come down to me.

I can see what heaven

was meant to be.

Oh, Sunny Rock.

Paradise to me.

I can see what heaven

was meant to be.

And the warm summer rain

sweeps the north vineyards clean.

Crying for effect,

God watches to direct.

A master at creating

this thing we call life.

And someday,

someday,

it will all disappear.

Oh, Sunny Rock.

Come down to me.

I can see what heaven

was meant to be.

Oh, Sunny Rock.

Paradise to me.

I can see what heaven

was meant to be.

Sunny Rock.

Why is it tangible?

I’m always into trouble.

Oh, no, trouble, trouble

trouble again.

I always take a gamble.

It’s possible to me.

That someday

impractical

is what you need.

When the odds are against me,

I swim upstream.

Impossible,

impractical,

impetuous,

that’s me.

I always take a sample,

a taste of life.

And someday

impulsive

will be a spice.

When the odds are against me,

I roll the dice.

Impossible,

impractical,

impetuous,

that’s me.

Well it’s you

who’d better run,

you’d better hide.

It’s you that I want

and I’ve made up my mind.

So say that your all mine.

Before I say good-bye.

Don’t waste my time.

Give me a voice, baby

give me a choice

and I’ll choose.

Give me a vote, baby

give me the choice

and it’s you.

I’ve been around the block,

I know a thing or two.

Oh, I want you,

I want you,

I want…

Love and devotion,

sailing free

on an ocean.

‘Til we reach,

uncharted beach.

I would never be,

sorry.

I could never be.

I would sail,

the world to your feet.

Well, now I

want to give my

compromise.

It’s you that I want

and I’ve made up my mind.

So say that your all mine,

before I say good-bye.

Don’t waste my time.

Grandma she lived and she told me so.

She could read a soul.

Honey, your young and innocent.

Some things you’ve got to know.

It’s a fast and crazy world, all of the rules can change.

But falling in love remains the same.

Trust your instincts, baby. They will let you know.

Listen to me close, go slow.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

And you’ll hear talk a lot, come on baby, show me what you’ve got.

And they beg and they beg and they play their game,

when they don’t even know your name.

Oh, they talk and they talk and they talk and they talk

but, you just walk, honey, you just walk.

They don’t need you, they will lead you

and they’ll bleed you, then they’ll leave you.

It’s a fast and crazy world, all of the rules can change.

Trust your instincts, baby. They will let you know.

Listen to me close, go slow.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Some people fall a lot, come on honey, don’t get caught.

Because they beg and they beg and they play their game,

they say that it’s love, but it’s not the same.

And they talk and they talk and they talk and they talk

but, you just walk, honey, you just walk.

They don’t need you, they will lead you

and they’ll bleed you, then they’ll leave you.

Plans can be broken, it’s better than a heart.

When you need to know, the words to say, you know what they are.

Trust your instincts, baby, they will let you know. . .

Don’t stand on formalities, stand up on your own. . .

listen to me close, go slow.

And Love will be the Road.

What Einstein found in theory to

of genius lines and fame.

A river flows deeper than you know

and acid turns to rain.

And if a crazy notion,

finds her peace of mind.

Don’t throw a stone to fire,

until your satisfied.

Why she do.

A river flows deeper than you know.

And acid turns to rain.

And if a crazy notion,

finds her peace of mind.

Don’t throw a stone to fire,

until your satisfied.

Why should you,

go to school.

Why should you,

go to school?

It be be be be it cool.

To go to school.

You, I didn’t know for you,

love was illegal.

It was a first offense,

I fell and hit my head,

broke the law.

Oh, for you,

I didn’t mean to write

damn poetry.

They had better put me in chains

and take me away.

It was an illicit thing,

my unsanctioned feelings,

were only crooked thoughts.

Oh, how cruel,

I tried to steal your heart

and win you over.

I’m a felon,

I should be tried.

A criminal,

fit to be tied.

I’m guilty, guilty

of a dubious crime.

For you, I’m a delinquent

serving my time.

Oh, you.

I didn’t mean to love you.

I plead guilty of loving you,

I won’t comp a lesser plea.

Oh, you.

I didn’t mean to love you.

I didn’t know for you,

love was illegal.

You’ve got to be kidding.

He doesn’t know he’s inspirational?

How sensation.

Look

he’s coming

right on over.

I can see it in his stride.

That he likes me,

like I like him.

Oh, I can’t believe he’s mine.

Oh, it’s a page of poetry.

Love that’s so right,

everything rhymes.

It’s a page of poetry,

when love is so right.

When love is so right.

He’s bold and full of hunger

and I am full of blunder.

He wants me

like I want him.

Oh, I can’t believe it’s real.

I’m totally caught.

What can I say.

She has a way of doing that.

I’m totally caught.

What can I say.

She’s my every thought.

Oh, it’s a page of poetry,

love that’s so right,

everything rhymes.

It’s a page of poetry,

when love is so right.

When love is so right.

Laying curled up in my bed.

Feeling like a love starved pet.

Willing and obedient,

made to whimper and to beg.

Should I wag

and drag a bone?

Like a love sick puppy dog?

Worthless fellow with a collar.

Being trained to fetch the paper.

I become domesticated.

Like a puppy in a cage.

Should I come

and lick your hand?

Like a love sick puppy dog?

You just pat me on the head.

My nose grows cold and wet.

Waiting and spontaneous.

Can I touch you with my paw?

Should I come

when you call?

Like a love sick puppy dog.

What once was

and always will be ours.

There are thoughts that have no words,

music with no sound,

that dawns, soft and clear.

We begin to swim through time

as if it were water.

To a shoreline of honed, rocky shelves.

Shuddering, with each breath of the wind.

Below, deep knife edged fissures,

gaped in the mountain side.

All the last years to overcome untamed fright.

But in spite of the repeated trials,

we are afraid.

The silence and solitude seduce us.

To be so close to the sky

and to reach for the stars and to miss.

Disappointment will eat us alive,

just to see what we taste like.

But at lease we are alive.

Like spirited creatures

forced to spend out days in confinement.