I can't cry with the tears
from heaven above...

Lay Your head on silken white cloth
And rest Your feet on an ivory Pedi-stole...

The dead cold of winter
Brings its gray days...

A drought wisps through
The thinkers mind...

The lonely soul wanders
Aimlessly searching...

California lays in my eyes
the derams of life untold...

"Life is tough." the old lady sighed
its not what it used to be...

So it is said upon other words to be chosen
Time was escaped if for only a few moments...

Melt thy tear to a salted flake
And expose its harmful truth...

Short fuse, live wire,
Unsuspected means of desire...

In a pocket nestles the left hand
A peculiar reaction to an otherwise...