There among the old, old tomes— Half dust and half formaldehyde— A book of how to cookie cook, And one of how to rhythm rhyme, Where chocolate chip pentameter, And peanut butter near-rhyme meld Where Wadsworth, Guest and Tolkien took Eggs and sugar, mixing well;…

And it was all I could do not to sound The coming years of torment I knew was in bound Cause I knew the sound I’d heard it before In the subtle rows Beyond the fields of forgotten I dwelled there for long too long…

Jack London was called to the wild where I will not go for the wild is too wild for me a woman who sits on cushions soft, pillowy, pretty looking out windows to the mean streets where blood runs hot in warrior gangs and money…

I Wish   I wish I was an artist So that everyone could see The beauty and the heartache That dwell inside of me   I wish I was a singer So that everyone could hear My tragedies and triumphs My anxieties and fear  …

Lights dimming in the atrium Table clearing in the gallery Patrons exiting to the streets and the alley She eats the steak he eats the rice The jacket wraps her back to warm so nice Midnight and still sitting close and tight We are now…

Meet for the beasts, in secrecy, gathering to mete out punishments which are considerable ecstasies for the witches most deserving secretions of pleasure which swoon and sway the minds of mortals beyond the cold fire of countable cardinality consistent to an abhorrent scale given over…

“My favorite book is the one I’m reading,” and she stole a heart through an open door. or maybe it was a window left ajar in case of needed escape But Libby didn’t wear a cape, just a crown and held a torch that shined…

This song has a good tempo, so we’ll rehearse it right now. What say you? You know nothing about sacred music, but you’ll learn!   Don’t expect to become scholars until winter is coming, but prepare to embrace sounds and harmony! Remember:where there’s a will,…

The moth chases the pretty lights Reflected from beautiful things The moth can’t reach them in one night And can’t see the jewels on its wings The butterflies sip sugar cups The blackbird glories as he sings The moth at times feels envious, And can’t…

No matter how long it takes When the sun shines You have to get up Smell the coffee Get ready See the truth Fight for it Get to work When the sun says Good Morning You have to wake up!