Nightfall to sunrise
we sail like maniacs across the sky
with red glares from the whiskey caught in our eyes
we become sonnets casted onto thin lines
but, the fisherman never found no fish in the sea
they just found you
and then they found me
on a distant moon or inside a dark room
there's your hand and then there's mine

Nightfall to sunrise all of the time
Nightfall to sunrise-
I never mind

Oh Dear. Oh My.

What ever happened to the backbone of the beating hearts?
Was it betrayal & anguish that stole away our lives
or just curiosity that killed the cats in our minds?
And all of the time we will wonder . . .
All of the time we wonder why.

"But let no one reveal the world to us, for we acquire
oblivion, nothing but dreams of air,
and all that's left is an aftertaste of blood and dust
on the tongue: we swallow the memory
with wine and beer, so far, far from all that,
from the mother, from the land of our lives. "
- Pablo Neruda

Babalu at Midnight

I wanna go dancing, dancing, dancing
with Babalu in black and white.
I wanna float downstream across the moonlight.
He's always dancing, dancing in black and white-
bongo in hand; black cuban eyes.

Watch us go dancing in to paradise
before morning comes
to steal the night.

The things they've said about midnight are true
the shaping of the human mind into two.
Oh, the things it can do to me and you.
The things it does to Babalu.

I wanna go dancing, dancing, dancing
in black and white
underneath the florescent spotlights.
With his bongo in hand and dark cuban eyes
resembling something I found inside.

Let's keep dancing, Babalu, in our black and white stripes
until Time becomes the villain to steal away the night.
We'll smile towards each other and wave goodbye

This is Babalu and I at midnight.

To live and to breathe
that's life you see
for young flowers who boast away
on a chill October wednesday.

To laugh and behold
as our fathers were told
for lonely ones creeping
into the unknown.

To sigh and to die
like yours and mine
for people less speaking
to those on the side.

To always remember
but never to know
the darkest of secrets
that constitute a confusing soul

Bring me round' again
and load up the dock with all our canoes

so new to me
as I am to you

fill my eyes with starry skies
on a moonlight ride
at midnight.

From 2008 :

Sunday sets sail and we say, "away we go"

Stay far from the faces that break us
pounded by the fear of our days.

We lay sleeping in the stars and glance from afar
not knowing what's coming up behind us 

or running through the corners on some cracks
that don't have any meaning anymore.


The sad ones, the bad ones, the ones you call ill

steal and kill for their next meal to feel
,
but feelings for them are scattered,
bashed and tamed to not be real.

I weep for them.

I do pity the sorrow that is on my shoulder as I type.

Right now I could be elsewhere.

My shoulders would lift this heavy weight
and no longer will I see or hear the words spoken from a lonesome man
that I long for in the wee hours of the morning,
of the night,
and even in my dreams he lays-


but Sunday sets sail and we stay far away