WRITING

I’m the son of the sunShe is the daughter of the moonSo different yet so alike.It’s my light that makes her shineIt’s her breath that gives me lifeYet we will never be togetherEven though we are one.She eclipses me with her sightTells me things will be alrightBut suddenly she leaves meShe looks at me but…

Don’t you think it’s about time you turn around and cry now that you finally realized the world is not in your hand don’t you know you’re free don’t you feel the peace don’t you realize you’re still alive alive won’t you hold my hand and give me your smile just leave the pain behind…

She’s probably home, watching T.V or listening to sweet soul music. She’s probably laughing – with him; maybe she’s even making dinner – for him; tonight she’s going to make love – to him. And he’ll be there if she cries, and he’ll wipe away her tears and kill her fears and help her go…

I still go back to the place where I first told you I loved you I still sit around and wait for you But you won’t come. And the people stare at me and I keep staring at the door praying for you to come But you won’t come. I light another cigarette it’s already…

Silent inspiration come rescue me let the calm river Run quietly to the sea Let every child be will and free mesmerizing thy kingdom this poet’s relief Sacred shelter Endless bliss

I kissed her on a warm summer night and that night I realized she’d be the only one she was a warm breeze that touched my soul and blissfully my life had just begun And a full moon guided our way nighttime lovers wasting the hours and you showed me the sunshine in your eyes…

through the land rides the soul of a broken man with words of gold he’s searching for the promised lad to rest his soul to kill his pain sleeping with the stars finds peace see them burning and falling no need to keep on running you are free my brother