Brainwashing

Every morning when you wake,

A little time you should take,

To cleanse your mind

Choose words so kind

Add a lather of hope

To help you cope

Emotions of choice

Free your voice

Understand yourself.

Liberate from hell.

Live with purpose and resolve

And, let your fears dissolve.

The Harp Plays

When the band got back together,

We wept, tears of sorrow.

As we said farewell to those

who had lightened our eyes,

lifted our hearts and

unburdened our souls.

We said thank you for the music,

Thank you for the songs,

We’ll see you again before too long.

We shared their messages of hope

With the world and ourselves

When in darkness,

we struggled to cope.

Now they sing from heaven

Serenading every day

Listen you might hear them

as the harp plays.

Encoded messages,

backwards and forwards

throughout time

For us to find

when the time’s divine.

By David’s side we sing,

Raising our voice in praise,

Singing songs to the world,

Bringing peace to the days,

and joy to the land,

as one by one, we return

to walk home, hand in hand.

The Tempest

Day dreams and sweet temptations.
Crazy ideas and rampant imaginations.
Lost in a world of madness beyond ken.
While trying to master the art of living Zen.
Winter chills linger, yet the embers been stoked.
The scent of spring brings with it fresh hope.
Tending the tinder’s and keeping warm.
The tempest’s awake, prepare for a storm.
Lay bare, awaiting the new cycle.
Behaving perfectly archetypal.
On fire now, the flame invoked.
Enchanted roots like an Ancient Oak.
No brimstone needed for budding to begin.
As the miracle of creation comes from within.

.