Innocence of Children

The innocence of Children
no fear in their minds
corrupted by nothing
the innocence in their eyes

listening to stories,
learning about what's to know
the things we use to know, about a miracle

Darkness, no corruption
light, all they know
taking words to knowledge
oh, how their minds can grow

Taking things to chances
don't know what can happen next
the innocence of children
the change that we had left!

(Written: 2/22/2004)

A Little Taste of Wine

Sprinkle some sugar on your coffee,
let cholocate melt in your mouth,
let the months of winter pass you by,
as the taste of wine
spins around in your mouth.

Take the time to dance,
quitely.
Take the time to sing.
Take a little sip of
the wine that makes you feel free.

Let the wind flow through your fingers,
let the sun lay you down.
Let the forrest grow wild
inside your mouth.

Taste a little of what life has to give,
take a sip of how it feels to live,
but make sure you only,
take little sips.

Hope In High Water

Dedicated to those lost in South Asia

The far distant reality
of those that lost their lives.
A cry for a nation's recovery,
as millions try to stay alive.

For the abundant source of power,
the prominence force
to take a life;
propelling to move forward,
I pray for those who need help;
as we fight!

As we fight to make changes,
as we fight to stay alive,
I pray for those that are missing,
I pray for those that help others
to stay alive!

Crystle-Eyed Message

Writen 12/16/2004

The sad tears of tomorrow,
the elemetns of war
listening to democracy
and people's problems;
I heard it all before.

Listen to the nightengale,
the wonders of a song,
the words that move you like water;
beyond the troubles of every wrong.

I see the signs of winter,
I see the signs of peace,
What I don't see,
is what I need to see.
And to wonder, what life be like
after how tomorrow goes.
I'll believe in forever,
while the water flows.

The Days of Spring

The sight of an endless vision,
the sounds of what a bird makes,
the clear water that flows through the mountains,
the laughing of children playing on a
hot summers day.

The melting of an ice cube,
the wind blowing in your face
the rocks that wash away from the waves
from the sea; the idea that we make mistakes.

A crown full of ketchup, a hot dog, and cheese
I saw the shadows of images,
run across the wall, as the flowers fell onto me.
Looking for a willow, looking for a tree,
the idea of creation, through natures unity.
The days of spring.