Commemorative colors
Spinning, lighting up night’s sky
Birthday candles, Birthday candles
Bringing tears to eyes
All-Stars, will you teach us
What teamwork is all about
While we wander in the mountains,
Reflecting lakes up in the clouds
We move just a touch slower
Its the heat -we don’t ask why
Time to take off shirts
After all, this is July
An irritant
A tickle
A poke
And lo,
A prodding
An advance unrelenting until
The rush
The reaction
Hadn’t dared hoped for
Not unexpected
Still unpredicted
Tears without rhyme
Laughter sans reason
That spins
And sends
Then spikes the heart rateIt addicts
It tricks
Who beckons who
Imagine green eyes
Imagine all things silly
Imagine my meow
And must it be that winning
Be based on zero-sum
When there is pie as grand as Earth
Our cupboards bursting with the stock of the brave of heart
A good, good courier -integrity, does deliver
The air I finally touched
And found it covered in humanity
Chiseled, curved
Rigid, as it can be, and supple where it should
The air felt broken, but, marked with hope, was actually whole
Smelling of dust from the Day-in-Day-out and the patient, rainless years
I asked it to kiss me nevertheless
I’m glad it did, for I learned
There, on its lips, was the taste of us, each of us
I felt unsurprised
We need
A something
Four wheels
Bench seats
Stick shiftOne, true, motor
Silent roads
No compass
Only stars
Not indulgence
Just survival
How purely awful it would be
Were I a puppeteer
As if my vision for these dolls
Be more brilliant or more clear
Than dreams and hopes that they themselves
And The Creator too
Have knit within their very hearts
To which they ought make true
Release the strings I’m duty-bound
Performed with my delight
My sole request you let me gaze
Upon your gorgeous flight
And should you wish here is my hand
Holding my firm promise:
I’ll sing “Freedom,” honor your walk,
Applaud what you call bliss
Each new day the dust and frenzy are more hard to contain
It’s clear I’ll need that cowhand after all -irreverent as he is
And leather, and spurs of solid silver, and who knows how many inches of rope
This will cost me
Damned thoroughbred
Shout to your shadows
Tell them to meet me outside
I know where they live
My theme song
Sceaming the theme
Fire and belief
Wakes me upA 1am urge
To oil paint
Big broad strokes
Revealing chiseled flamesIn brick red
I think yes
It’ll evoke fire
Mine, the subject’sTheme song ready
Brush and canvas
Us awake now
Fire believe it
