My fellow birds
With birds I fly, with birds I sing...
“Poetic Justice”
Where are the Spirits...
As sunshine rays do come to bless the day
I pray that Midas touch may find your way...
Tears flow, they drown my eyes;
the worst of them all: silent cries...
The Fight For Peace
As racism and injustice fade away...
Beautiful Brookside
in all your brown-eyed lovers...
Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...
Forget it while you can
Don’t trouble your mind man...
when
stars fall whispering in our ears...
it's been a wait for this sit down
shoulder bare for this, my round...
Without one single thought of self,
And for others I would not care...
Today I'm fifty-eight...
Yippee, hurray...