i love you as the leaf,

loved the woman, and painted starsin simple acorns….trembles with age…be his name forgotten?the ghosts that scream from nursing homes,are the pigmants of your souls!

if a man is an island,i lie undiscovered.do old men make good lovers?do you burn old books?or use them for your pillow?and the old pair of jeansyou just wont throw awaystill feels good on your ass!tired of reading old newspapers,i changed the candle by the bed.swept the floor, took out the trash,carried the broken branchesto…

sound defined by color, sweat,stink, breath, and desire…i walk the great plains of night,the hunter, and the hunted.i kneel in the shadow of a star,giving praise to the Great Mother!i am wings of bat,the eyes of the great owl.i am wolf urine on the grasses.i am bark and bay and howl.i am the flute of…

marching onwards to Jericho,a trumpet by my side.living on manna,and the almost forgotten dreamof the promised land.knowing what a man doesis washed away by the rain,and what a man believesis lost in the night.but what a man givesstands like a mountain,season after season,till all becomes still!shaking the dustoff of my feet….tipping my hat,following the crow!

i may be an old man.but…i am your home;as you are mine.that door insidethe heart to theroom where it’s okto be you!

out the door, out of sight.the body he left behind,nothing but an empty shell!the mourners wept for the body.who sings the song ofthe spirit set free?who sees with his eyes?who knows his heart?perhaps the blind manat the piano…perhaps the cat that followedhis steps, in search of food!perhaps the wind thatclosed the door behind…perhaps the ones…