The information economy is just one of the new changes in America.

We as a nation seem to be getting a bit gutsy and I fear that the consequences is that product capitalism will decline so much that our main products will be fancy yoga and fancy hair cuts.  Definitely not a formula for a great nation, but a nation with great hair cuts and flexible joints.

Imagine a cloud

The thoughts of you

The gardens expand

Many new buds

Love is remembered

In the other world

Eyes light up

Fresh in strange violence

Dice in quicksand roll one's

The emotions fired correction

People were not pretending

And the stage moved suddenly

I could see the landscape

Nature was winning

I'm moved

It was a very moving experience

The way she moved me

Like a jog

Or a bee bee gun

Through the solar plexus

Look out your window

Put on your lip gloss

Send me some moon beams

Life is good

Good for many somethings

It's understood

When my ankles hurt.

I wsh you a magical day and a dreamy night.

Our home is the world

And what a better place

To live to be real

Hope smiles from the sky

Feelings and meaning

The actual season

For boats floating

I see the white flag grow

As pride is mostly air

I can do this

And I can do that

Together much is possible

The wolf leaps gracefully

It is history

With time healing



The most fantastic feeling

The benefits of dreaming

A star is born again.

People lose their way for a reason.

Miracles are like summer rabbits

Jumping out of spring

Touching the swirling skies

I say the rain comes

Take these muddy boots

Here I stand waiting

The dealing of things

Gratitude breaking sunshine

Loaves of breads in preparation

Go then little dove one

Stars can fly past IMAGINING

Way you go

Way you go

We will have no tears now

Should the time skip

And the moon return

From the past

Brace yourself

Hell can not last

It is not acceptable

To accept any bells

That is not okay

Humans are not like that

Zombies yes

Humans no.

Missing an arm

Missing a hand

Missing a part of my heart

So surgery was performed

With a hanger

In a wine cellar

In Johannesburg

In a hut in the burbs

And it hurt

Because something's do

And the good news

Is the best is still ahead

Through new suns

History is changed

I can see you.