I cast my blanket, with a fold to the side
entering my bed...
My friends are invisible,
Forged from the finest lumber...
Whenever things go seriously wrong
You say girls are the source for this...
My guitar,
My escape...
Someone save my sinking ship,
someone save my broken life...
Poems, are expressions, of the mind,
Whenever, you are trying, to find...
We have beheld her as a sensual mother,
Desiring her many pleasures as no other...
Dreams begin in the mind
Daring and unconfined...
The moon so bright
glows in the night...
Rhythms of speech, rhythms of the heart
Synthesis of the mind, and spirit of the art...
And I pray that you are as happy
as you pretend that you are...
The birds can fly
Fly up through the sky...