I have little hope today

One of those days, I guess

I have a little rope though

I may tie myself to a tree

And be bound to something purer than myself

Maybe feel it's life, or know it's memory

It could hold me, or keep me cool

It may only stand there and sway

These days are somehow foreign

Like I've never known them before

I guess they have changed over the years

Or I have

I'd like a little hope today...

Over The Waters

stretch your mighty hand

sing your glorious song

touch my wounded heart

and be my love

i see the open sky

i breath the piercing air

i lay beneath the stars

and know Your love

press your hand to mine

breathe your breath in me

heal my broken spirit

and be my love

i hope for brighter days

i dream of flowing waters

i rest in green fields

and know Your love

take my seeking soul

lead my aching body

rain on me oh Lord

and be my love

so that I may smile

so that I may live

so that I may believe

so that I may be

Your love

San Juan

Are you golden lights?

Are you ringing bells?

Are you frozen fruit?

Are you sipping rum?

Do seagulls sail?

Do children play?

Do leaves rustle?

Do sands conspire?

In San Juan...

Does music sound?

Does happiness love?

Does silence rest?

Does the sun set?

In San Juan...

In San Juan...

Does the sun set in San Juan?

The Neighbor

One must have a neighbor
It's inevitable
Someone will live in the house next to yours
At some point

If you're lucky they'll enjoy a good pint of ale
Regularly
And a smoke or two (but not cigarettes - pleth!!)
A real smoke!

But maybe they' re lame
A shame
And leave their crap out on the lawn
When they're gone

Or the kids are obnoxious and run amok
PITA
And scream at each other and the parents too!
What a joke!

You can't choose your neighbors unfortunately
Fences you know
According to the Frosty snows and winds of chance
But then it shows

Intolerance or tolerance in deference to all
Chances...
So many words to convey a frustration true
To avoid the blue

And now the president is black, hold off attack
Change is due?
Or just another piece of peat in the curing pots
Of soothing Scotch

Forever in my mind it seemed to catch me hoping
Or its true...
I don' t believe or trust in systems see
They all fail

So neighbors actually matter to me, I pray for good ones
Not so silent
Speak to me in open tones and hearts that bind
Stroganoff sublime

And wine to cleanse the pallets mind descend
in open ends
Across the pond do some oft fond a dream of Monets Picnic
In American backyards

Ravel du nuit, nous sommes petit
Tres petit
Avec le change -melange de vie et vin
Le soleil

Petit déjeuner, les crepes, mes amours
La joie
Ma fille bonbon, ma femme bonbon
Et les voisins

Les Voisins c'est merde

Sometimes...