My dreams are filled with crazy things

There's dragons and wizard and faeries and kings,

Berserkers and giants and castles and dryads,

Knights and pheasants and pop tarts and naiads.

Oh yes, my dreams may be crazy things

But in them I'm free to dance and sing

Only in them am I totally free,

Only in them am I finally me.

There's dragons and faeries and pop tarts and kings,

Wizards and pheasants and horses with wings,

Panthers and griffins, two rocs, one Life Tree,

A phoenix, a Goddess, and there's you and there's me.

One by one, the warriors fall

One by one, we fight them all

One by one, we try to cope

And hope the warriors don't kill our hope

All alone, we go through life

This we learn through pain and strife

But one by one, we find our Path

And wonder why it all can't last

Find the others, join in the dance

Come over, walk in, or even prance

Like the stars high up above

We dance in circles and in love

One by one, we pass them by

We won't hear the warriors cry

We have fought against their will

And maybe someday they'll be still

They'll leave us alone, eventually

And we can dance in ecstasy

Relaxing here on a summer day

I'm missing you

Partying hard on a winter night

I'm missing you

Talking with you, on a phone

I'm missing you

Standing in a hallway, all alone

I'm missing you

Someday we'll relax on a summer day

But now, I'm missing you

Someday we'll party on a winter night

But now, I'm missing you

Someday we'll talk without a phone

But now, I'm missing you

Someday I'll stand in a hallway, but I won't be alone

Until then, I'm missing you.

I was here,

You were not.

So I went home,

To smoke some pot.

Those who knew me wish me well.

Those who didn't can go to hell.

Smiling, dancing, in the rain

Some may think that I'm insane

The lightning fills me with energy

It's like by our nature we

Are connected to the storm

And into it's power born

I simply don't have time,

to do those dirty dishes.

There are stars that need counting,

There are things to dream for wishes.

There are flowers that need smelling,

There are stories to be written.

There are trees to save from felling,

There are lots of bugs to name.

There are songs that must be heard

There are lost souls to be found

There are dreams that must come true

Now let's stop messing around.

So I tell you dear mother,

There's just too much to do.

I cannot find the time,

To wash those dirty dishes too.

A young woman raises her head,

She sees that her world is dead

"Why" she cries, and an answer comes

She looks around, where is it from?

From deep in her soul a small voice cries

"These things happen in all our lives.

We must go on, and maybe fall,

You may find someone to be your all.

And if you don't you'll still have you

To answer your questions, and help you through."

A glimmer of hope shines in her eyes

But it's not enough, and soon she dies

Hopelessness will kill us all

Try to break someone else's fall.

I'm set up for a fall, but I do not care

I can't fall that far, I'm too much aware.

I fight for my live, my love, and my soul

I'll fight forever, even as I grow old

There's someone to catch me at the end of that fall

That someone to whom I have given my all.

They may knock me down, but I'll get up again

And no matter what, they'll never win.

In a blink of time, I'll be gone from this place

And their flimsy attacks will not show their face.

Eternity is a promise to rise above,

Especially when it's spent with the one you love.

I saw you dancing by the ocean

Running fast, along the sand

A spirit born of earth and water

Fire flying from your hands

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in it's flight

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For who has sight so keen and strong

That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak

I found the arrow, still unbroke;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend

My love, you do wrong your hands too much

For with hands you heal, with hands you touch

And palm to palm is holy palmers kiss

Your hands clasped in mine I would so miss

If you feared your hands could wrong me

Stephen kissed me in the spring,

Robin in the fall,

But Colin only looked at me,

And never kissed at all.

Stephen's kiss was lost in jest,

Robin's lost at play,

But the kiss in Colin's eyes,

Haunts me night and day.

The Bane of Humanity-

angry evil shadow hidden

sister and brother of us all

lover of pain and hatred and fear

who exists in us as our own creation

who needs nothing but humanity to destroy

who gives us an enemy to fight with and blame

who fears nothing for it is our truth

who would like to see us try to survive

who lives in the hearts of all those who live

- it is Humanity itself.

I stop a moment to look through the glass

Between the king's court and me, the street trash

It's cold out here, but in there it's warm

And the ladies dance as those high-born

Their full gowns flutter like bright butterflies

But I can see the fear in their eyes

The fear of mistakes, they cannot relax

For they are different from the Jill's and the Jack's

Who live their own lives without any worry

Except from maybe always having to hurry.

I see a window across the room

And through that glass there's a face in the gloom

A street urchin's face, a boy just like me

Who is dreaming of all of the things he could be

I dash to the side of the court's large hall

To see if that boy would be there at all

He still peers in the window, but he turns to me

And smiles and says "At least we are free

From all the worries and all the scorn

that comes to you if you're high born."

I smile and nod and he takes my hand

And we run off to some distant land

Instead of castles, they own big Cadillac's

But I, for one, will never look back

silver moon

stars of diamonds

onyx night

crystal rain

sun of gold

sapphire skies

The search for wealth is not worthwhile

And those who are truly rich just smile

For high above our troubled Earth

Lie many things that have great worth

ruby blood

heart of gold

topaz skin

emerald trees

rainbows of opals

turquoise oceans

Not all riches come as jewels

Some are found in the hearts of fools

And in our bodies, in our veins

Flows the gentle wealth of crystal rains

I stand beneath the old oak tree

I wonder about the years she has seen

Winter Spring Summer Fall

She weathers the seasons one and all

What would she say if she could tell

Of Life, of Love, of Time, of Hell

We'd learn so much if we'd only listen

Just think of the things that we are missing

The tales that that old oak could spin

Of answering to life, or how to win

But the oak will die eventually

And her tales lost, as if to sea

when serpents bargain for the right to squirm

and the sun strikes to gain a living wage

when thorns regard their roses with alarm

and rainbows are insured against old age

when ever thrush may sing no new moon in

if all screech owls have not okayed his voice

and any wave signs on the dotted line

or else an ocean is compelled to close

when the oak begs permission of the birch

to make an acorn - valleys accuse their

mountains of having altitude - and March

denounces April as a saboteur

then we'll believe in that incredible

unanimal mankind (and not until)

A drop of that essential oil -

Breath of Life with which we toil

A grain of sand, a world complete

Within the bottle these do meet.

A spark, a flame, the Muses light

Upon the dark face of the night

A sip, to some, the waters clear

And these, so, too, assemble here.

Within the hazes, from the mists

Gloaming 's spawn and Dew's kissed

Bright ev'n star and rising Sun

Come one, come all, and join the fun.

here's to all the soldiers who have ever died in vain

the insane locked up in themselves

the homeless down on main

And to those who stand on empty shores

and spit against the wind

and to those who wait forever,

for ships that don't come in

Gazing towards the bright morning star,

I dream of lands and wars afar,

Of warriors tales and dreams untold,

Of lovers quarrels and castles unfold,

Echoes of virtue, of song and dance,

Do delight my mind, and my intellect enhance,

The sweet of the fog, and droll of the ocean,

Amaze my spirit and set my heart in motion,

This drive that compels me to press on,

Continues to unfold as life goes on,

The clashing of steel, and blood that's shed,

Bring forth calls of times past, in my head,

A warrior cries from within the darkest depths,

A lover sounds off from inward steps,

A longing to live, a longing to love, I

long for my home, a castle above -Valhalla -