The White Songbook

from earliest books
comes belated ink
of feather green toads
paired in potent pink
and barley bears
from distinguished heirs
make nests for us
in bavarian lairs
to each comes ends
lone messengers send
telegrams to aging lambs
while singular troops
countenance droops
over infamous hillsides
a lone boy cries
from bleak hillsides
a decade made grave
by our dim age
the tools have been lost for hearing
who will endure for the endearing
snowy slopes loom large upon northern poles
weariness instructs all the hearts of the bold
heads hang low down leaf strewn roads
from here, where are we to go..........


Shepherds Of The Northern Pasture

on white reeds blessed wheat arrives
horns of oil for swiss born brides

hear the shepherds of the northern pasture sing
hear the shepherds of the northern pasture sing
we are lost again
is there one more light in here?

formed of treaties honed by verse
north of greenland, the icebergs

i'm a feeble bear but you're a kingly mare
all of these happenings will give us words to sing
it's cruel you say unfair
not for one hungry bear
my only offering are ginger cakes and cream
i'm a feeble bear
horseless bound braille mound emblems
with invitations to the lawn


And Without Help We Perish

lean of means and friends
tricked too, by rusting replicants
born of percentage
the ushering in of newly breds
lean of means and friends

we perish,
we lose it all
we perish,
without help
we perish
we lose it all
we perish,
without help we fail
without help we fail

kept by reigns and forms
the archery of fiendish folks
play duels by notables
most notably dubbed unable
kept by reigns and forms

linked to northern post
their hurting serves you as a host
bruised for intelligence
I can wait but I can't win
linked to the northern post


The Boy Who Never Forgot

time takes me further
down here a well
old springs turn bitter
where dear ones fell
a written page reads, "we have lost"

come back, the boy who never forgot
cannot you hear?
the boy who never forgot

hope and a full heart
have claimed their part
I let it go with a will that's slowed
I want to be where I can't go.....


Unicornucopia

in winter homes we sigh
beneath the leaves sing
"I need some meaning in a twinkling"
and maples glow as white
prospective sweets and light
sons are bringing in the yeildings
there is reading before sleeping
nighttime where we are
and you covered in plain clothes
sewing neat, careful designs
but what makes you so fearful?
wear a coat to cover you
sing songs to cover you

sing unicornucopia in my dreams
unicornucopia is what I sing

and we read for the hours
our books become as lamps
for retreating to our dreamings
the stove brings warmth for doubts
the Lord brings us about
to the work of His own keeping
part of you speaks, "do you need me"?
midnight where we are
and you float for an instant
through the quarters of an hour
wood clocks play songs by instinct
turn while hearing words for just you
spoken to remind you

if for an hour
for a moment
how fleeting this will be
glances are traded for warmth
in the presence of suffering
morning where we are
and dewdrops lay as mountains
by the kettle on the hearth
but half of me is uncertain
then an old familiar light
keeps me at rest 'till nightfall

na na na na,
na na na na na na,
na na na na na na,
na na na na na na


The New Pirate Traditional

keep lying to appear complete
you're so not there
reap more unjust rewards
who really cares?
sick to death of being denied
a rightful place along your side
but who will love us?
and will an ounce ever be mine?

you, feed the bloated, bleed the shorted
you, feed the bloated, bleed the shorted

content to see me sink into obscurity
ten years of pleading, you're not listening
sick to death of being deprived
while all newcomers claim the prize
but who will love us?
and will the crown ever be mine?

you, feed the bloated, bleed the shorted
you, feed the bloated, bleed the shorted

who will love us, the unloved
who will love us, the unloved
who will love us, the unloved
who will love us, the unloved
and will an ounce ever be mine?


We Are Rock

let's get away and we won't stop
together
yeah, we are rock
you take all the good things from us poor
left all us weeping wanting more
but we won't give up and we won't stop
together
yeah, we are rock
you strip all these sheep and bleed them dry
I got these feelings
I know the meaning
it's that they've passed on the weaklings

we are rock together
we are rock forever
oh yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, we are rock.
yeah, yeah, yeah, we are rock.


The Good Will Not Be Cloned Or Why Should The Christians Get All The Bad Music

come to me, you willing ones
blind and sick on rotten meal
one by one like fatting cows
snap you jump and blink, you yield

the good will not be cloned
but you are made by the wheels that turn
the good will not be cloned
you know in time you will be found and revealed

keep the bleeding sheep in count
you're all numbered ounce by ounce
no trace of nobility
us poor starve on crumbs you leave
a decade of being forgotten
A DECADE OF BEING FORGOTTEN
NO MORE
NO MORE
no more being forgotten.
no more being forgotten..........


Sing Once For Me

reeling indefinitely with our woes
weakened by thoughts of youth where time goes
I wane through wilted plains
I just don't know

sing once for me
before days pass and years go by
sing once for me
sing once for me

a page written by hands of young age for your sake
a gift called "just your presence" for my sake
to not be worn and weathered

carry these certainties made weary
make these your surities for safety
place these in treasuries for keeping

will there be days to count our memories?
our memories
oh, sing
just sing
just sing for me....


The Heritage Bough

greet me ice queen in spite
of favors once sung by ravers reared on newsboys
learned in hungarian by greek historians
hearing is an art for the lyric impaired computer dignitaire
post a new verse, you shakespearean curse

and so the heritage bough will grow
and so the heritage bough will grow

don't be a bear
decline measures put forth in ledgers
meek by design from refineries
unnamed for holidays
cup a leaf in part hoods of redwoods
carve me among the pawns
well meaning sorts give ears to discord

you sleep instead tonight
while wolves take the arts of displeasure
what once was fair and divine
you misplaced with the parts of a devil who made you unfaithful

secretly the cups of children
hanged as wreaths
coined as beasts
row in tandem
nicer hours
adorned with sour looks and poses
keeping march, frame, and arch
we too are hunted
harmed by swarms
but charmed by froggers
north by fours
pinched by thorns
through moors and heather
chimney dust
sprinkles the dutch
disheartened sweepers
caked with snow
ice it spreads
while longing lingers


The Songbook Tells All

can you not read music, plain greek alphabet?
tables and times hurt my sense of calculus
could it be true?
all these moose have buried you?
underneath straw, all of the ants ingulfing you

where are the secrets, huh?
you said that I won't be tired
where's the curriculum?
you said now I won't be mired in this painful state
i'd read but I went blind by your deeds
help me hear when you call
the songbook tells all
help me hear when you call
the songbook tells all

half of a horse weighs it's worry in a course
draw your own map
put the yawners down for naps
your surname's come up in exchange for dumbing up
kiss up the field
your attempts are well revealed

heavy metal shirts aren't funny
come here boy, i'll show you funny
heavy metal shirts aren't funny
come here boy, i'll show you funny