If there is to be a poetry rivival song lyrics should guide the way.

That is where most of the best modern poets have been all along!

We need more judges because the poor judgent of so many politians we vote for in painfull elections.

THE LEAST THEY COULD DO IS SOMETHING.

If it were not for gas I am not sure I could write good fiction.

and the world could be a better place.

Give me love give me life.

We could hear the night

The disappearing light

Past the clouds

Holding the world together

For the times roll like thunder

The eyes see passions play

The tops spin and then you see

A perfect infinity

Something new and Grande

From here I hold your hand

Healing is taking place

And there is more to take that

Even to boil into steam

It makes its way

Making out like kittens do

So cute

It's what you do.

So then now bring out the senses

You can fool yourself sure enough

Not through light you thought

Thoughts run out

Drunk on them myself

Just a few drops of pure reason

You would seem enlightened

As the walls grow round

As vines creep upon them.

Snap your fingers and click your toes

You are magic

It is not always easy to point your nipples in the right dirrection.

You got to have a compass heart.

When the ship appears

There are surviving sailors

I watch them in bandages

Smelling the salt in the ship

How did it make the trip

Perhaps drugs did the trick

She gives wheels sometimes

It is for a smoother trip

She keeps winking...

winning is just bringing that light out