Echo..

A distant sky..faint sunbeam..

roaring winds of thunder-spleen..

we heard a little bit of me in you

and you in me,that makes two..

(Echo..echo..echo..

A whisper in my soul..

Echo..echo..echo..

A silent windfall,young now old..)

Breakfast at wonder-lane,

Gale-profound on the Spanish main..

I've seen your storms,and I've walked on

thought..

I've mixed some rum with a spot of port..

(Echo..echo..echo..

A whisper in my soul..

Echo..echo..echo..

A silent windfall,young now old..)

There've been times I've left to give it up

And never seen the light above..

halo,wings and sceptre gold..

With ether light,in my body old..

but now it's time to simmer down..

now it's time to wipe that frown..

Cause the sound that comes gushing back..

Is my own whirlpool,river black..

Echo..echo..echo..

You've taught me who I've been..

Echo..echo..echo..

Strength is had,from deep within..

Married to a Vagabond Dream

Parallel roads on a windblown

Mountain..

Campfire,smokes and whispers

Unfounded..

Ricebowl trophy,Trailer park,

Panorama lady,

Kisses my eye and

Pulls a kaleidoscope smile..

I saw a shadow looming In my dreams,

And chocolat In my blood,

I picked up a dozen rucksacks strong,

And set off In a diamond truck..

She pulls me away on a piper's

Hymn,On a solemn autumn morn,

Minstrel she,with a wildflower gown,

With roving eyes and wanderlust..

(and I say)

Sing me a Gypsy song,

And I'll play you the tambourine;

I've lost my phone,laptop's gone blank..

And I'm married to a vagabond dream

Ivory Poison

A tinge of bittersweet

Temptation binds my soul

With gossamer strands

And Magnetic Silver..

I sip from the petals of

The Cloistered buds,their

gentle dewy nectar...

Gentle? Sugary? Nada,

Nil,

It smacks of Hemlock,

It Immolates,

It Holds forth and does it's will,

And leaves the self ravished..

I Know not where to go with it,

This ill-nurtured child, This half-stark

Lunacy,

Yet I know all along what I want to do

With it,to surrender,weak-kneed,and

Yield to the all-encompassing,

With orgasmic exaltation and

Debauched dissipation..

Ay,I admire the Light-Bearer,
For he yields to the ticklish

Flames of narcissism..

He Knows he has a choice,

And chooses to Transgress..

Evil? Bravado,more or less..

There I teeter.

On the edge of the chalice

Of gold,Fool's Gold,

I'll taste the Ivory poison

Within,

Denigrate me,O Holier-than-thou,

But never shall you know..

My ampitheatre

I've lain against the concrete,

And felt Savannah grass..

I've felt the moist brown dew

Where none but dry dust blew..

I've seen the studs of diamond-lore,

And Ink on a white screen frame..

You'd never know what sex you ooze..

In yon half-closed silent stare..

I grab my mike,

(My pencilbox,so there)

And squint at the dark

Bright lamps..

My audience is naught but

Grey jungles and brown trees,

Bearing the brunt of mankind's

Lost romance,conquest incomplete..

The whisps of cottonwool,they

Call Cirrus(yeah,Minor),

Form rings around me,with

Crests for backrests,and troughs for the weight..

And there comes my smokescreen blue,

Of itself wondrous thin..

I smell the thin sweet odour of blank expectancy,

While my noble crowds,they wait..

And once again I'm lost in the Haze,

With melodies unchained..

My ampitheatre comes to life,

I've taken centre-stage..