The shimmy shakes and hearts slightly ache
she enters the room like a fragrant flower,
From her gaze there is no escape
and in the silence she gains this power…

The girl is hot…

Along the lines that hold you up,
arrogance and envy hate and love
Surrender yourself to being no less,
than what beats inside your chest
Life and death reverberates,

( Original was written in 2006. )

Here in sweaty beads of nervous glances
the summer burns the pavement dances,
Only a matter of time before the arrival
wishing you good luck on your survival

( Thylacine aka: Tasmanian Tiger extinct since 1936 supposedly still seen to this day. )

Not a tiger, but striped nonetheless
on concrete and metal made extinct,

( Dedicated to my beautiful wife. )

When wintergreen is colored pink
white grapes are pale green,
Let others think what they must think
your true colors I have seen.

( Lovingly dedicated to my beautiful wife. )

A million sparkles of the starlit kind
when you come into my view,
A million heartbeats keeping time
when you touch me like you do,

( Originally written in 2005. Revised in 2008 with original chorus left intact. )

I see the moment is mine to seize
a moment that is an illusion,
You come to question my beliefs

So beats the heart so beaten the path,
lost in the woods that splinter
To the designs of an aftermath,
emotions as cold as the barren winter

Undeniably...unchained
free to stay all the same

Keep thee back cupid,
you create such pain
Keep thee back cupid,
as I fall in love again and again

My innocence a see through wardrobe adorned,
my needs and desires at best ignored

You looking for the string my friend,
to find your way out of the maze.
Upon such shame of needs you can't defend,
walking around in a funky haze.
Half bull in speech the other half a man,

'Tis, but another chance at unification,
against whomsoever shattered the peace.
We shall receive some compensation,
in how we gladly defend our beliefs.

Somewhere in the world,

Here they come all dressed in white
Upon steeds built for war
We know not what is in store
When they speak with all their might
About a future that blinds their sight

The carpet barely cleansed the sheets not burned
the towels stolen and ashtrays lost,
Makes you wonder what we have truly learned
and what is the real cost…
Of doing business…again…

Shining brighter than a July blaze
faster than the setting sun,
Speeding through the warmest of days
the rubber to asphalt spun...

Peeling out...
Screaming just screaming...
Peeling out...

I'm a vinyl man in an eight track world
switch to cassettes and lp's are hurled,
I'm a cassette man then there are cd's
now I know that I cannot break free...

The future called...