"The Prisoner"

I've seen you from my window
you pass by every day
your quiet steady pace 
goes unseen by all but me. 
As you pass on by like
the Eleanor Rigbys of this world
you wear your loneliness 
like a coat against the cold.
Embracing the only one who knows your pain

I see you from my window
thru the twi-light grey
the bitter frost that burns so deep
clings to your every breath. 
And as the world goes on
and you keep your shackled course
mourning every step along the way
I'll see you from my window
you'll pass by every day



"Humble Due" 

Not as poet or minstrel passed, 
through this mortal coil.
Nor as hero of legends told, 
left impressions in the soil.
No rose adorns the earthly keep, 
that winter's cold would chill.
A simple stone yet marks the spot,
cold, silent and still.

An image trapped behind a pane, 
stained, yellow and grey.
Over time is memory lost, 
bound in a leather frame. 
No crowning glory or artisans fame, 
to meet the reaper's scythe. 
When hence the vesper's voices call, 
to dance upon the tides.



"The Dandelion"

Oh how the whispered dandelion,
stands out upon the lea.
And dances as tho' gilded strings, 
a lutist's gentle weave.

With summer smile or silken beard,
a solemn springtime sage.
Yet just a hint of your soft breath,
would send him on his way.

On seas of amber crested waves,
ebbing as the tides, are
radiant smiles lost to you.
Hidden, in disguise.

But o' to be a single rose,
brilliant thru' the mist.
Whose thorns you temper with your touch,
and petals gently kiss



"Celtic Pride"


It wasn't our war
It wasn't our fight
Yet many a good lad died
They marched into battle
With the blue and the grey
In the name of Celtic pride

With girded sword 
And shouldered iron
Black against the sky
You carried your banner
High and true
In the name of Celtic pride

The drummers called you 
To your ranks
That fateful morning tide
With bayonets poised
You faced the storm
In the name of Celtic pride

As death rained down
From the surly storm
You heard your battle cry
And answering the call
You fought so well
In the name of Celtic pride

Don't tell them how
We suffered so
Don't tell them how we died
Just tell them that 
We bravely fought
In the name of Celtic pride

Your guns are silent 
Your work is done
Your courage, testified
Now the pipes that
Call you home will sing 
In the name of Celtic pride


"Cowboys Never Ride Alone" 


Cowboys never ride alone
As legend would dictate.
They've always had a partner
One they can relate.

You never really love him and 
You never really know him
For his reasons are his own.
Yet he's one you can rely on 
And he never rides alone.


No cowboys never ride alone
Where ever they might roam.
For angels ride with cowboys
To show them the way home.

So if you see a cowboy
And he seems far from home.
He's just living the life he loves
And he never rides alone.



"Kayla's Song"


Last night I Dreamed I sailed a boat,
Upon a crystal sea.
My sails billowed with ecstasy
Fueled by a following breeze

A wayward gull called out to me,
As it flew on by.
Then changed it's course and flew away,
A silhouette against the sky.

The silver moon had risen high,
To take it's nightly place.
The man in the moon looked down at me,
A gentle smile upon his face.

On the breeze I heard some notes,
A peaceful cantor's song.
I steered my craft toward the tune,
And sailed straight till dawn.

Last night I dreamed I sailed a boat,
Upon a crystal sea.
My sails billowed with ecstasy,
Fueled by a following breeze.


"Triumph"

I've watched you for a thousand years
As thousands have before
You are the masters of your realm
No earthly bridles bourn
Soaring ever higher
Then ever higher still
To spiral down---- on fated souls
Cursed by timeless bounds
But now my chance to soar has come
O're windswept crystal strands
To glide on wings of silk and twine
And strafe the rules of man