Me and the man on the tree

And the city waits below in wreck and ruin

l'attaque

No friend came, just the screams and violence of the swarming black wings

Stealing the dusky sky

Grasping at all they could take 

Le Chat et La Lune Chasse

Wild laughter
as the wheels roll by
time stuck with the moon
we are all half past mad
some fools glad
even as the clock ticks
doom
    doom
       doom
the cat will still play
till his dying day
near the grave
the dust to save
then flowers will rise,
remember and bloom

Pensées Comme Papillon

the mind perceives
what the hand cannot catch
beauty dances before the face
it lands in the open hand
clutch it; it's dashed to dust
watch too long, fade and  rust
blink and it flutters away
 the stream of time
is the invisible wind
made by the breath of God
we must breathe Him in
and live
with the spirit that flies
from the right hand above
Resurrections place
forever love

Chasing Butterflys

Endormi au Musée

Surrounded by salad eaters
in a rich mans dead legacy

the axe head fell into the water

Borrowed things will float
all things are borrowed
for the time of things are needed
then the time is over
and all things float away
and no hand of man can hold them
the power of that which is lifted up
is the gravity that pulls all
the center of time is a tree
it cannot be cut down
and the memory
scars that remain
 the outstretched hand