art and wine


art and wine mix quite fine

like rose and scent, ‘pon thy line,

there your skin, just like mine,

sits quietly among our noses.

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gone with the wind


to beauty is what life we made,

like lyric come, and winter fade,

for whom this diamond we have bade,

but love and lord and all his spade.

by now his glory could have gone,

from here to dawn, but she has stayed,

and now we’re left with all the songs,

and hymns and toms he often played.

beauty came but never left


Beauty came and never left,

Like steady rain upon the steps,

The staircase to a fair place

where air stays below the temp,

A cold room full of sin,

Where gold blooms in women,

And old fools to swallow all

the foolishness within.

on a plane to new york city


Oh how God is good,

Great, and so clever,

That He would take me on a trip,

From here to november.

On a plane to new york city,

a place I remember,

Full of life, colors and fun,

Soon we’ll be together.

the circus


A gullible man to fairy tales,

He ran away and joined the circus,

Thinking he would ever find,

A ways away from space and time.

And when he did to his surprise,

He found an end to his demise,

A locust swarm of hidden lies,

Appeared and ravaged a past once worthless.