A LEPRECHAUNS JOB

It’s ‘ard to be a leprechaun

It really, really is.

‘Cause if you get caught

You ‘ave to give up all the gold

You’ve been keepin’ fer yerself.

An if you was a leprechaun

I’ll tell you this I will

You’re constantly hidin’ from them big folk

For they be lookin’ fer ye on St. Patties Day.

An if you’re not too careful

They’ll catch you and take you away.

Yes, It’s ‘ard to be a leprechaun

I’ve often, often said

But it’s me Job an I love it

Although I’d rather stay in bed.

A LOVED FILLED ARROW

Cupid that mischievous fellow
Will get you with his bow and arrow
He’ll hit you no matter who you are
You can try to run but you won’t get far.


Cause Cupid that mischievous little fellow
With his little bow and arrow
Has the perfect aim.
He loves to capture people’s hearts
For his match-making games.


He’ll sneak behind you very softly
Then BANG! he’s hit you
Now you’re caught.
Your heart starts going flippety-flop.


So if you’re sitting sad and lonely
You had better watch it.
Cause you might just get hit by a little fellow
Cupid will get you with his bow and arrow.

HARLEQUIN

Happy in demeanor in name style and grace

Artistic in attire, clothing hair and face

Radiant the contact of meeting eye to eye

Lyrical the voice of a silent sigh

Eloquent the gesture always in good taste

Quiet the manner a thought never misplaced

Unique is it’s existence that it’s here at all

Inquisitive in nature regarding the world so small

Novel it’s conception one and all it enthralls

I AM

I am a free spirit with no definite direction.

I go wherever the wind blows.

I play by my own set of rules.

I’ve no definite meaning.

No definite form.

I go as I please.

I am as I am.

I’m nothing to no one.

Everything to some.

It’s easy to tell you,

But difficult to see.

I am a free spirit

Living and doing whatever I please.

BUTTERFLY

Flying high up in the sky

Is the simple butterfly.

Colored for a masquerade

In every gorgeous color shade.

Watch him dance up in the air

Soaring high or diving low,

Going to and fro.

He flutters and flies high up in the sky

Going wherever he wants.

I love to see him whenever the sun shines

But wonder, yes wonder where he goes

When the sun goes away and the rain starts to flow

I never see him, never at all

But I hope that he’s all right.

Somewhere safe and somewhere warm

Locked up tight for the night.

A THOUSAND THINGS

I could say a thousand things about those who think they know it all
Those who invade your life; Give advice without your asking;
Make a nuisance of themselves in your private world.


I could say a thousand things
That would make them stop and think
Before they start to say.


But if I said those thousand things I couldn’t take them back.
I couldn’t sweep them under a rug
I couldn’t run and hide.


I wish, I only wish that ones who think they know me
Would stop to think before they said a word.
I wish that they could understand that I’m an individual
Who depends on no one else for what to do or say
Who can manage on my own and talks a different way.


But the ones who do not know I think will never understand
That I’m a person on my own who may need a helping hand
But not a giant shove.


I can say a thousand things; I could say more.
But I won’t because I’m smart enough to know
When to Whisper and when to Roar!

THE TIGERS HUNT

Stealthily he stalks his prey

On padded feet as soft as the mornings mist.

Closer he steps, paw by paw

He is the enemy of the day.

He catches with his paw so strong

Devours with his claws so long

Then stealthily he stalks away

Only to return another day.

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Remember, I Love you, although you forget.
Remember, I Love you when I'm off on My Own.
There are many times I think You're NOT with Me
But I know With You as a friend that really can't be.
We have different Passions;Not all of them shared.
But through it all, We've been quite the Pair.
Stop feeling bitter when it seems I'm not there.
Remember I Love You Remember I care.
Don’t throw up fences that don’t need to be there.

SITTING IN THE SUNSHINE

Sitting in the Sunshine smiling as I watch

All the things I’ll do pass before my eyes.

Sitting in the Sunshine smiling as I hope

Somehow I’ll be able to escape the bonds of time.

Sitting in the Sunshine not on any particular day

Sitting in the Sunshine smiling as I pray

YOUR EYES

Your eyes reflect the somber side

Of all the moon entails

The desolate surface and ominous caverns

The wastelands of the sole

Your eyes tell me beyond all doubt

How seasons change day by day

Your eyes reflect the changing moon

It’s every tidal wave.

PRIVACY

Privacy.
A word spelled with precision,
With a definite meaning.
A thing everybody needs
But not everyone has.

I’d like a little privacy
When I’m feeling blue
But it doesn’t mean I don’t like company too.


It’s just that in this crowded world
Where everyone’s together
We need to be able to escape to a place all our own.

A place where no one trespasses on our thoughts
And no one ridicules our views.
A place a haven A world to ourselves

Where the door is locked
And the key is hidden
But where we’re always able to return to a life
Where everyone love and needs you.

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Unique it’s intensity
Complete, individuality
Originally designed for me
Only here informally

This spirit which possesses me
Makes me know the best of me
My own originality

It dreams not my destiny
But accepts reality

This voice I’ve heard
Soft, chirping, bird
Comes to me

This voice I’ve heard
In unspoken words
Awakens me

TIME TELLS TIME

A clock tells time to tell time
And time tells time as well
And chime, chime, chime
Sounds the mission bell
TICK, TICK, TOCK
Chime, Chime, Chime
Time tells Time
Time tells Time

FRIENDS ALONG THE WAY

A finch sat on a sycamore
Singing a simple song
It glanced at me
And winked at me
As if to say sing along


I sat down and hummed a bar
Then hummed a bar again
And the finch and I we sang along
As if we had always been
The closest of new found friends



The sun rose high
Then sank down low
As over and over we sang
Regardless of the bitter cold
And of the summer rain



And all the day
And all the night
Our pleasant voice grew
They floated on the evening mist
To create the morning dew

TIMES GONE BY

Summer breezes flowing by

Satin flowers make me cry

Birds that sail

And fish that fly

Make me think of times gone by

All the things I’ve never done.

All the things I’ve yet to do.

All the things rolled in to one

From days of old where times begun.

AS NOTHING DOES (6/93)

Nothing is as nothing does
And some say nothing never was
But I’ve seen nothing
And done it too
And it’s quite something
I’ll tell you true


So when someone says
There’s nothing to do
Then tell ‘em quick an
Tell’em true
“You’re up to nothing
So what else is new?”


I’ve done nothing
Long before you
Enjoy your nothing
And I will too
‘Cause nothing’s as fun
As Nothing to do.

STANDING STILL

Standing still on a stairwell
I blend into the night.
I stand so still that those who pass
I give an awful fright.


I stare off into the distance
Well past the wrought iron fences
Looking deep in to the night sky
Through thousands of starlight mints.


Lights flash before me.
Sounds creep up from behind.
But I stand still on the stairwell
As thoughts breeze through my mind.


What’s happening in the world around me?
What’s happening far away?
How long must I stand here waiting
For the break of day?



As I stand still on the stairwell
My thoughts blending with the shadows
I await the rising sun
The moment when the world and I are one.

VISIONS

If I could climb the highest tree

Just to see what I could see,

I’d see the things beyond time and space

That no one else could see.

The things that no one else could see

Since they were only meant for me.

AWAKENING

A blanket of baby blue:
With a white mist coursing through its seams.

A canvas of baby blue:
With a bright orange explosion,
Fiery red with golden streaks dancing all around.

A blanket of ebony:
With twinkling, blinking sparks weaving in and out.

A canvas of ebony:
With beautiful yellows and primrose reds
Waking up early to become-

A blanket of baby blue

THE WHITE WONDER

Glistening white
O so bright in the dead of night

Icy Cold
Makes you shiver with its touch

Nice and light
So you can throw it in the air
Build a snowman if you dare.

Take a tumble, build An Angel
Do so much with it’s white flurries
As you scamper and it scurries.

STAR FLIGHT

It’s tail burning bright

Towards it’s destination

It speeds through the night.

TREEDROPS

The trees are crying many colored tears

For the winter season has appeared

But in the Spring, they’ll cry anew

Joyous blossoms for me and you.

SHAPE SHIFTERS

Soft, white, chameleons

Slowly drifting away

No one knows where they go

But they’re always here each day.

PROFOUND

An image reflected on the surface of time,
A memory retracted, the reasons sublime
A relationship altering both space and time
A clock that never needs to unwind.

A passage of history we live to repeat,
The echoes of words too sheltered to speak,
The thought of my life lived without you,
The thought of it all, what shall I do?

No need to drown,
No need to frown,
Thoughts like these are simply profound.

DEFINITION

I am not defined by my position

For this is not my ultimate ambition.

Through a serious bout of frequent intuition

I know my life’s goals will reach fruition.



Divine intervention I deem most unlikely

It is I who knows the utmost about me.

For I am not defined just by what you see

My life intertwines with internal destiny.

CONFUSION

Confusion is nothing new

Illusions are all that’s true

Reality’s not what to do

But questions asking who is who

THE MERMAID (6/24/93)

She was dark as ebony
With hair the purest pink
And fins a shade of violet
That would make an amethyst blink


She guarded the shores of infinity
Watched o’er the planes sublime
And ruled the lands of peace and unity
Long before we knew of time.


Her name remains unspoken
For no one quite remembers
They just know that it’s the mermaid
Who knows what the future holds


She’s the guardian of hope
She’s the proprietor of time
Listen as her many clocks unwind
And wind and wind

This mermaid dark as ebony
And hair so pink and fair
With fins so very violet
An amethyst can only stare

Does not wish to be disturbed
As she rules her constant land
The mermaid who knows everything
Her secrets are at hand

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Halfway between peace and unity
A pink haired mermaid sits knitting
The chains of infinity
As she knits she sees the world as no one else can see
A never ending cycle of bubbling humanity


Halfway between magic and happiness
A pink haired mermaid sits knitting
The chains of love
As she sits she sees the world as no one else can see
A never ending cycle of pleasurable camaraderie



As peace pours in to happiness and happiness in to love
As love falls in to unity and unity in to magic
The mermaid weaves infinity
As she has done for who knows how long
Hoping that one day the world can see as no one else can see

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As I walked along the shore I met an ebony mermaid with shimmering pink hair and amethyst fins. She sat extremely still. So still in fact that I closed my eyes believing she weren’t real. As I opened them and began to pass, she turned to me and smiled. “Where are you going?” she asked. I replied, “I do not know.” “Then sit with me and feel the wind and listen to the sea. Many a weary wandering soul has sat here next to me and once they sit they find the map for the life’s long journey.”

So I sat upon the golden sand and watched the jade green sea. I sat as still as my mermaid friend. I watched. I waited. I listened. I closed my eyes and felt the peaceful sun’s rays fill my face with warmth. I relaxed until I began to hear the song of the emerald sea.

The mermaid glanced at me and then softly sang a symphony. A silent song, slightly off key. She sang of stars and caramel bars and candy coated trees. She sang of the chains of infinity which connect the worlds above to the moons of unity and the peaceful sun we love.

She sang of the shores of infinity where souls often tend to pass. And how so very many of them often seem to lack the knowledge of just how to see the place that they had passed.

She sang so long. She sang so sweet. She sang until she wept.
And as she wept tears filled the sea and she disappeared in their depth.
And there I sat. And there I stayed and gazed upon the skies. I slowly slipped into a sleep that scarcely closed my eyes.

When I awoke with glimmering hope I smiled and cried and sang. For in my heart a map was carved to help me on my way. As I got up and began to leave, the mermaid reappeared. Amethyst fins on golden sands, strands of pink and ebony hands she gazed upon the sky. Still as stone she sat again. And I wondered why? Then I saw a traveler weary and lost like me. He stopped. He stared. He blinked and started to pass. That’s when I heard the mermaid say, “Where are you going?” He looked and shrugged and then replied “I really do not know.” “Then sit with me and feel the wind and listen to the sea. Many a weary wandering soul has sat here next to me and once they sit they find the map for the life’s long journey.”

LIFE

Bold and Daring
Full of Sparkle
Cold, Uncaring, Down and Out


Fires, Fancies, Dancing, Magic
Spinning, Twirling
Hope and Spirit


Nothing left to do but live it
Only if you could be able


Soaring Flight, Crashing Disappointment
Ups and Downs, Here and There
No one Loves You, No one Cares

Everyone Loves You
Everyone Cares
Friends surround you stop and stare


Full of Questions without Answers
Full of Meanings without thought
Helter Skelter nothing's Fair


No one gives it a second look
No one needs to it’s just there

LOOK

Look Around.

Look carefully.

There’s much you haven’t seen.

Open your eyes.

Open your heart.

Look clearly.

Smell the roses.

Know what’s going on?

SEEMINGLY ALONE

I seem to have every freedom

But where have I to go?

Alone in this large city

Who do I really know?

I can go most anywhere

But why go there alone?

Nothing’s all it seems you see

Not even when you’re grown.

SURGES

Do you find it spiteful that I have a will to live?

Life is most delightful when you have much to give.

Birds of prey aren’t blamed for their natural urges.

So why blame these in me when my life’s blood surges?

JUST A BIT OF EVERYTHING

Momma says I’m in-corr-I-gi-ble.

Does anybody know what that means?

Daddy says I’m his sweet little girl

That I could even make the sun beam.

Granma says I should be a little lady

Wear cute dresses and frilly hats.

Granpa says I should go out and play

He likes to buy me lots of toys.

My Auntie says I’m a wild child

She says I should be in boarding school.

My Uncle says I’m reeeeal cool

But no one listens to him they say he’s just a fool

What do YOU think I am?

I really could not care.

I’m just a bit of everything.

Don’t you think that’s rare?

FRIENDS ALONG THE WAY

A finch sat on a sycamore
Singing a simple song
It glanced at me
And winked at me
As if to say sing along


I sat down and hummed a bar
Then hummed a bar again
And the finch and I we sang along
As if we had always been
The closest of new found friends



The sun rose high
Then sank down low
As over and over we sang
Regardless of the bitter cold
And of the summer rain



And all the day
And all the night
Our pleasant voice grew
They floated on the evening mist
To create the morning dew

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Unique it’s intensity
Complete, individuality
Originally designed for me
Only here informally

This spirit which possesses me
Makes me know the best of me
My own originality

It dreams not my destiny
But accepts reality

This voice I’ve heard
Soft, chirping, bird
Comes to me

This voice I’ve heard
In unspoken words
Awakens me

PERFECTION

If you ask for perfection,

You’ll find all the flaws

If you don’t ask the questions,

You’ll never know the cause.

WHAT IF ONE YEAR THERE WERE NO CHILDREN?

What if one year there were no children
to run and jump and play.

What if one year their childish laughter
could not be heard on a hot summers day.

What if one year there were no questions
Asked by young eager minds.

What if the ice cream delivery man
Had no one to ask which kind.

What if one year the daisy chains
Lay scattered upon the ground.

Scattered because the prince and princess
No longer rode the merry-go-round.

What if one year the halls of ivy
Had no graduating class.

What if one year there was no one
To run and tumble on the grass.

What if you walked along the sand
And saw no castles there.

What if you looked into the sky
And saw no lively shapes just empty air.

What if one year there were no children
To run and jump and play.

What if one year there were no childrenTo take our fears away

A PERFECT ROSE (SONNET)

If I were to describe a perfect rose
I’d say it was the one of reddest red
The one which stands with an excellent pose
With shim’ring dewdrops set upon its head.


A flower that is eaten full of holes
Whose blossoms tend to curl and then sit back
One which does not grow up to gard’ners goals
And which is tinged the color of black.


I know you think this strange of me to say
Because my details vary with great ease
Descriptions tend to often fade away
As if upon a gentle summers breeze.


Nothings truly perfect in this world.
Not flower blossoms little boys or girls.

A PERFECT ROSE

If I were to describe a perfect rose,
I’d say it was the reddest red,
The longest stemmed and most delicate.


I’d say it was the one
With the blossoms slightly tinged
From the suns sweet kisses.


The rose with the tiny holes
From where a worm has eaten.
The one slightly bowed in posture.


You might think this strange of me
Nothing’s truly perfect in this world
Not you. Not me.
Not even a perfect rose.

Introduction

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