The Joy of Feminine Beauty

The joy of beauty is innate to us,
Since we attend the march of woeful life
We need the balance of fine things to mend
The imbalance of life we know too well.
The grimness of our age will get us down,
Because we have no way to mend our souls.
We came through life by cultivating love
Of beauty manifest throughout our brief lives.
This is our joy in the illusive sight
Of Beauty, giving our eyes sight on God.

The beauty of all those female bodies

Attach the souls of men to the female

Need for security and lasting love.

We were meant to live together as two,

A woman's beauty and grace lures the man

To wanting and his learning to need her.

The woman's beauty surpasses all things,

In the brief time of our too lonely lives.

I have my own memories of these sights

Of lovely woman's body made for love.

I fondly enjoy the numerous times,

I have enjoyed the feminine figure.

I remember the Playboy centerfold,

I remember the girls in bikinis.

I went to the Valley of Dolls upstate,

There were nude girls dancing all 'bout that place,

I thought I died and had gone to heaven.

I had to leave because I spent my cash.

This is one of very few places that

I was ever driven to drink a beer.

There was a spot on way to Ranger games.

It was a special place called Baby Dolls,

It was filled to the brim with pretty girls,

Who danced beautifully with not much clothes

On their beautifull bodies, delighted

I was with the beauty of feminine form.

Evil in Texas

I see the evil in banal county
Of Schleiter, law misused for wrongful need
To bring a good people to harm, So we
Cannot know that it is hate brought to seed.
I see the hate disguised as the good law
Of benefical norms we love to adore,
My love of fairness they have worn so raw
By injustice that West Texas has wore.
From dark soul, Becky spues her vile abuse,
Attacking those who are better than she.
The FLDS belief is no foul ruse
The FLDS care for more than me.
The evil in West Texas continues
Onward without halt into feeling blues.

1. Schlieter County, Texas 2. Eebecca Musser older sister to Elissa Wall

Come Away

Come to the sea-shore,
Come to the spray and foam,
Come to where the mind is home,
Where the soul is free,
Come to life that we adore.

Here is life of joy,
Here is joy of peace,
Here we have a piece
Of the life we fail,
Here life needs no serving ploy.

Home we go today,
Home we go to doubt,
Home we leave without
The Sun and the sea-shore,
Home is where the coin has sway.

On Reading Thomas Costain

Have mercy, Sirs, have mercy,
Have mercy on this fool,
I am no evil man,
I will do you no harm.

I was of good intent,
I was a loyal man.
Have mercy! Have mercy!
I can be loyal still.

Where is the noble prince?
He must have mercy
On this foolish soul.
Where is he now?

I am no match
For crafty Mortimer.
I am the perfect fool,
Is that a crime?

Part Two


Lay down your head,
My sweet Lord Kent.
Lay down your Kent,
It's time to rest.

It's not for evil crimes,
You die today.
You dont deserve
To die this way.

This Edward mourned by none
Has gone away.
You tossed your life away,
You fat old fool!

You stupid man,
Lay down your head!
We needed not much bait
To catch a fool.


Part Three


Have mercy, sirs,
On this goodly knight.
He was the best to me,
The King was good to die.

Have mercy on this man,
The King was just a fool.
The King was not the man
That Mortimer has been.

Should love be hid?
Should we have left the King
On his unstable throne?
Where is justice?

I have lost all,
I have lost Mortimer.
Fate was not kind
To me and Mortimer.


Part Four


Have mercy, sirs, have mercy
On this foolish pride.
I lived to rule a realm,
Is pride a crime?

I was of noble birth,
I am a King at heart.
Have mercy on my soul!
I must be royal still.

Have mercy on my soul!
This is no fitting end
For England's best.
Have mercy on my soul!

Great schemes have come
To bitter conclusion.
What is ambition's worth?
Now there is only death.

Come Spring

Come spring, do not be slow,
Come weather send us spring,
Come soft zephyr, now bring
To us the sun of our younger days,
Which warmed our hearts so long ago.

Blow wind, blow cold away,
Blow spring to warm the air,
Blow wind that we may dare
To make a happy world,
Blow wind to clear the better way.

Here comes the day at last,
Here comes the spring sunshine,
Here the rewards are thine,
To savor when it is time
To know the sweep of life is vast.

Why We Need Love

Through all the years of man,
Through all the pain of life,
A strong desire to ban
The ever present sting of life
Runs through our souls like a cold knife.


We sing our songs of joy,
We sing our songs of woe,
This is our fav'rite ploy
To drive away the painful foe
That has too often brought us low.

We take the time to care,
We learn to care so that
Our trembling souls may dare
To banish the consuming rat,
That gnawed at love while dumb we sat

Elegy for Barbara Jessop

A good person has gone away from us,
Hounded by evil ones who love to hate.
Merrianne loved her Mother and she was
Removed by those poor souls who only hate.


Mean Carolyn incites her hurtful spite
Onto Barbara who won't return her bile.
Car'lyn moves in darkness without the light,
Barbara was without Carolyn's cruel guile.


The bigots of Texas hounded the good,
They were the CPS and Judge Walther.
They stole away her good children to bud
The persecution of her kin plus her.

You know her character from who loves her,
Not by the malignant spirit of hate.
She with her love was Car'lyn's opp'site burr,
For evil her spirit was a cruel bait.


The good we do will overcome the bad,
Barbara knew this to be a lasting fact.
Carolyn's spite leaves her so very sad,
With the forces of hate she made a pact.