I hear the roar of big machines
I hear the howling of all living things

..........I hear a kingdom cry
..........I hear a hopeless sigh

I see the forest being cut down with routine
I see the empty lands and in between

..........I see an empire disappears
..........I see a store selling souvenirs

I hear the roar of big machines
I hear the flight of all living things

..........I hear the trees are falling hard
..........I hear the lonely sound of a backyard

I see the two worlds collide
I see the dollar bills being applied

..........I see the ghost of a million years
..........I see my little daughter's tears

We are losing everything
What forever took to find
I feel sad
I feel robbed
I feel so much anger

I was staring at the midnight sky
Star gazing
I realized life and space is really
Amazing
overall breathless with universal
Devastation
Tonight it’s a simply sky
But it will keep changing
Letting my mind grow beyond further horizons
Looking at constellations from Virgo to Orion
Shooting stars and burning galaxies
This universe isn’t filled with fallacies
It’s filled with nitrogen and hydrogen gas
Expanding it is, but how long will it last
We love to stare at it endlessly
But do we really appreciate its beauty

What have you got in your knapsack fair,
White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,
Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free,
Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea?
Turquoise and beryl and rings of gold,
Clear moon, dear moon, ne’er to be sold?
Roses and lilies, romance and love,
Still moon, chill moon, swinging above?
Slender your feet as a white birds throat,
High moon, shy moon, drifting your boat
Into the murk of the world awhile,
Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile.
Tender your eyes as a maiden’s kiss,
Fine moon, wine moon, no one knows this,
Under the spell of your witchery,
Dream moon, cream moon, first he kissed me.

Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight
Flying so gracefully
Into the sky, the butterfly
Trying to catch a butterfly
Fly, fly, fly, butterfly
There he sets upon the mums
I'm having so much fun
Here's another on the sill
Your standing so still
You go to touch him
There he goes, the butterfly
I hear a tapping on the window
It's the butterfly, fly, fly, fly
There he goes into the sky
Flying so high, the butterfly
I'll see you another day
Butterfly, butterfly, away

How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings--
a series of burnt circles--
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.

I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger's great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.

Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail.

At night there are two kinds of birds
that carry from our dreams the words.
The good and also all the bad
the praises and the somewhat mad
all words must be arranged anew
before the morning's early dew.

The bird that carries the obscene
and filthy, low-life, seldom seen
He always looks a bit depressed
the other bird is truly blessed.

With words like love and holding hand
he flies with glee throughout the land
and wonders why there are such louts
who have bad words inside their snouts.

In poetry, which lives in dreams
it never fails but seldom seems
that interchange takes place in peace
and that we ride the golden fleece.

So, when you next again awake
rermember what the birds do take
and if you use for any session
fine words, you'll help avian depression.

Wedding Poems