Aries

The battling ram has little patience

Though he saw its importance

The papers are wearing thin this week

As the snow queen buries another carrot stick

Who's gonna ride your wild horses

As the little pony gallops along

In all its buck toothed glory

As your heart again rise to the song

Tiny packages big on heart

Though the journey's only at the start

I think hard as I listen long

For the tinkling of my walking talk

Last words spoken cordial speech

My heart swings towards the hitch

Nursing me back to the pink of health

Very soon love'll be my wealth

Again

Again

The snow queen beckons

Kiss From A Snow Man

Her name ain't frosty
And she's far from snowy
Bunny hopping mad joy
Coming into this life
Golden
Surprise
Springs up in hope
Springs up in wish
And not in prayers

Spring queen fade away
Out with the old
and IN with the new!!

A new dawn beckons
As my heart delights
In the comforts of a cable queen
In the warm embrace of Alcatraz proportions

I walk away from fright
And steer away from the 5th light
No more should one who don't care
Give me nothing more than blank stares

The signs were showing the day
She mistook me for a plate
Of chicken rice
Or a coffee shop
Or the sea to the south
For I am nothing else but a nomaD

She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain

The winds blow

Swaying the soul

She escapes

While the twirling words unwind like a ticker tape

Meeting the maker

May we pray for the best

For what is

It shall be

Decreed as.....

The way we color the cloth

The princess of crazy lane evangelists

A freaking cantonese low

wish hard

wish bright

wishing on the faded starlight

Metallic Balloon

The balloon that floats

Though denser than air

The warrior that fought

Though cry in despair

Laughter masking the insecurities

Sorrow hiding the tapestries

Of love

Of hate

And

Of Joy

and of

Tears

Our shadow's hang high and our breath draws low

We tilt our head and lift our brow

Wondering what this new son brings

Wondering why he's whispering

Yet bellows without a tiny twitch

Of this tiny giant

Of this thundering silence

We cast the lightning rod

We shoot Apollo down

The hooded man lifts up the lamp

And guide you away from the blood deprived ram

Run to the morning of the naked rain

Run to the evening of the pouring saint

We fly with wings attached with wax

We plunge down again deep in regrets

Like leaded balloons that once flew high

Like twisted spoons warped by the mind