"Blood of the Lamb"

I go to bed to sleep, perchance to dream
Ah, but therin lies the rub.
To dream of you so far away.. makes my melancholy heart
Begin to beat faster at the thought
Of you inside my arms.
Your eyes sweet light to rest on mine..
Your soul shining through that pastel blue.
God worked such kindness in your face.
Sweetness there for all to see.
But there is only one who sees the all of you.
That one, sweet love, is me.
Not long, not long, my precious one,
The space between us will be gone .
We'll hold each other in the night
And smile until the dawn.
We'll love so hard and laugh so loud
That God Himself will smile
To see the beauty of his gift.
the Vegas Moon that shines on both of us this night
makes souls like ours embrace each other.
May you sleep the gentle sleep of lovers..
and know your heart is safe.
I love you.
Truly,.. madly..deeply.. and always...

The Walrus

"The time has come,

"the walrus said,"

to speak of many things.

Of sealing wax and sailing ships,

of cabbages and kings."

"The time has come," she said to me,

"to speak of going home.

Of packing up and letting go,

and leaving me alone."

"The time has gone,"

she sadly said,

"when songs were always sung.

And words were true, and eyes

were kind,

and you and i were young."

"O.K.," i said, "It's no big deal.

We've already said goodbye.

Our lips don't kiss, your eyes are cold,

and you never even cry."

She said,

"You know, i guess you're right,"

and just hung up the phone.

The walrus never had the answers,

i'm in Wonderland alone.

the moment

the moment

if that's what you want to call it ...

is so fleeting that i barely remember what or if it is.

the time it takes to realize that the moments are gone is the moment it took

stangely but true, but this sound of birds and rain are so smoothing that i can almost feel her kiss.

just out of reach like a shadow in fog

misty moving melancholy mornings

my mouth melting

lips are the gentlest body part the tongue is always moist always in the mood always waiting just out of sight so kissing is the gentlest art the kindest art the most intimate act

the most human.

i put your lips to mine and all the words go away for that moment just watching from the inside. there will always be more words but kissing slows them down enought to keep us from hurting all the time.

hookers don't kiss

which is why hookers don't take the pain away. they take the urge not the pain.

a man doesn't know how to say "would you be my girlfriend for today" and even if he did she'd just say no.

women have the urge they have the pain but not the lust the pain needs kisses hugs and holding

the urge needs disembodiment

fingers vibrators hands motorcycles porn flicks

fucking .

the lust needs power

taking owning being more than man being god

the lust is the twisting of man and beast

the lust needs feeding

the lust is alive inside a man raw savage cruel

the part most men deny and lock inside.

the part that women never ever ever understand.

the part that always frightens and excites them rapists never kiss

they put their victims mouths in theirs to eat their screams nothing that could be called a kiss kissing is why people fall in love kissing is where love happens with the gentlest part. the part where

"i love you"

comes from the sweet soft

oh god so soft

feel of lips touching... parting.. my breath in you... your breath in me.. exchanging life

taking away the pain of being human

Oh Sweet Rock and Roll

so...
eric
is unplugged.

eric makes me remember

and dream

and care

and wonder

who

and what

the hell

i am

or ever

was

way back before there was a time

i could count

that lasted more than a kiss

and a quick

see 'ya

I used to be unplugged

and i would sit

and rock

while she rolled

me around

in her mouth

oh sweet rock and roll

there was a jetty in

cape may

everyone would leave

Gloria's bar

at dawn

and go down

to watch

the dolphins

bring us the

sun

god the music

we made

remember?

in the gable

hot sweaty

no air

smoke everywhere

cold beer

hot love

oh

sweet rock and roll

the notes came so easy

and words

were always

just

well

just right

i'm sure

eric was

having fun then

so were we

and everyone

and everyone

and everyone

except of course the dying

but we somehow didn't notice them

we were too busy

with the music

and the dolphins

and
oh sweet rock and roll

now eric knows death

and so do i

and now umplugged

means becoming

d i s c o n n e c t e d

altogether

life has happened to us

while we were busy

doing other things

the music was our

young hearts

and our

souls
it was your smile

and the wink in

my eye

now the music

is the only thing

some days

that keeps me

from walking

in front of a train

oh

oh

sweet

rock

and

roll.

Portrait of Dr Martin Luther King

Dr. Martin Luther King
30" x 36" Acrylic on Canvas
Permanent Collection of Martin Luther King Center
Las Vegas, NV

Portrait of Dr Martin Luther King

Dr. Martin Luther King
30" x 36" Acrylic on Canvas
Permanent Collection of Martin Luther King Center
Las Vegas, NV