I got me a lemon tree down my drive
Right at my front door...

In a private corner of my garden
Stands a feeding tray...

Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...

GUNS
What is it about people with guns...

There is a poet in chains, inside of me
Pain and burning emotions make good lines...

No reason to get excited
The ground is not going to fall away...

Crashing through the gates of the mind...

Don’t get our dreams wet
In this the mother of all storms...

Dawn another new beginning
The moon in the sky playing a duet with the sun...