The Wound of Time

Just a little further on,
Just a little further on,
Just a little more to come,
More to see, more to know,
More for those in need.

Come to tend the soul,
Come to tend the soul,
Come to heal the wound,
Heal the wound of time,
Time I never was.

As we are in time,
As we are in time,
Time is what we know to be,
Time is then, time is now,\
Time is what the soul was not.

Now we come to rest,
Now we come to rest,
Rest of soul, rest of peace,
Peace of mind at last,
Peace of mind at last.

Triumph in the Snow

Come gentile snow, come
Come back again,
Come here to coat the Earth
With your white sheet.

Here autumn lives,
Here autumn is
Fading away to death.
Thus autumn dies.

The Earth is marked.
The Earth dies soon,
As winter's reign begins
On Earth today

The Snow is falling,
The Snow is falling
On this fallen Earth.
Cold winter claims the corpse.

A bird survives the cold.
A bird survives
Despite the cold.
A bird is singing in the cold.

A Song for Rozita Swinton

Im the Sheriff of Schleicher County,
Got that call from Colorado,
Rounded up all the bad guys
From the FLDS.

CHORUS;

No, We Cant find Rozita
No, We cant find Rozita
Where, Oh Where can she be?

We are the Texas Rangers,
Finding bad guys
Since the good ol' days
'Til We missed the gal from Colorado.

Repeat Chorus:

We are Hoover's G-Men
Found all the bad guys,
Like Dillinger and Baby-face Nelson
'Til We lost Rozita

Repeat Chorus.

The Wanderer

Over the seas you have wandered,
Over the skies you have wandered,
Over the sky you flew in vain,
Over the sea you sailed in vain,
Wander no more you are home.

Among the stars you have wandered,
Along the void you have wandered,
Among the stars you searched for naught,
Along the void you sought for noth',
Wander no more you are home.

Over the sea you have wandered,
Among the stars you have wandered,
You sought here and everywhere,
You sought for lasting truth,
Wander no more you are home.

Over the seas through many storms,
You brought the search to end,
Over the skies through many clouds,
You did what you had need.
Wander no more you are home.

A Poem For Darlie Routier

Written for s young Mother on Death Row in Texas. http://www.fordarlieroutier.org/




I know not how my sister meets her day,
The day without the touch of loving hands.
Belief can change what haunts the troubled clay,
Thus we aspire to see the peaceful lands.
I know not how my sister sees her day,
I cannot imagine what it is like
To have those days, I am without a way
To know her sad life or live out her fight,
I know not how my sister makes her day.
We keep the faith, We fight for what is right,
We know that truth is stronger than their nay,
The lies they say slows not the holy fight.
Truth triumphs over all those haunting lies,
We make the snoozing people hear her cries.



I am not related to the subject of this poem.

To Henry

They have turned out the lights, Henry,
They have turned out the lights.
Life had the means to charm
Until we went on down
To Sarajevo.

We came in like mild sheep,
We came in like tame sheep.
We knew nothing of war,
We lost our innocence
And with it our clear faith.

We need not tears on end, Henry
We need not weap for us.
The world had need of faith,
And we had need of joy,
All we witnessed was a dirge.

We came out broke,
We came out busted.
Good times were once our own,
The sweetness would not end,
Then came the fatal crash.

We were riddled again, Henry,
We were blasted again.
It started with stukas
Versus horses and closed
With that dead mushroom cloud.

1. Assasination of Archduke Ferdnand and his wife 2. World War I 3. The Roaring twenties
4. The Depression 5. World War II.

A Poem For Merrianne Jessop

CPS took children from their safe nest,
Terror entered young minds that lost a home,
Thus evil entered while peace was at rest
And sent the innocent children to roam.
Mir'cle occured at appellate level,
Children returned to loving Mother's arms,
Judge Walther was the CPS devil,
Who sent poor Merrianne to the sure harms,
Poor Merrianne Jessop spends nights alone,
Held as hostage by souless goons from state
Of CPS who act as mindless clone,
Only the just are considered as great.
Justice comes slowly to the patient ones,
As FLDS roams under all suns.

Judge Barbara Walther, who for some unknow reason, needed to handle cases civil or criminal.