The Silvertone Blues the silvertone blues are like no other sweet and lowdown possibly soothing but there is never rest for the weary only satisfaction from knowing the silvertone of your inner voices and shining eyes Autumn/Fall thanks for thinking of me yes it is autumn here as well when the leaves turn and the sky has holloween moon and the clouds are happy ole companions the children enjoy peril and the adults feel the slight chill and that is not to mention the fabulous COLORS everywhere like songs I have written and sang alone with the twinkle of a love still in my eye....glory be the COLORS and you queen of Scots matron of the noblemen glorious saint of compassion and star of Bethleham and the english breakfast so meaningful and free and gentle accent of royalty your light will always shine across the universe we see into your eyes and reflect the COLORS of autumn/fall the words of a genius I am simple and profound I am lost I am found I have nerve and I am blue I know not what you do you are dry and unkept I am always under slept my eyes dangle from fatigue and my heart pounds in my sleeve your words ring like simple truth can we simply expose the root? the core of the faith the truth and the race or the lovely white lace is your gift to god and for me or for you? these by the way are how I feel today and these are the words of a genius True Love Yo! I feel strange saying this but, I am really in love at the same time I feel like running for the hills Sheila frightens me because She is so ugly and beautifull at the same time she is so cute and at the same time old and worn like an indian I love her she makes me laugh and lighten my load is heavy my love makes me soar our bodies melt our fingers intertwine over and over again and again our love is delicious our love is devine our love is all mine intertwine for all time Sheila is mine Untitled Love is grand not without demand and filled with wanton ways and like a wooley cup or a silver tube and a squeeze of the ring finger you can remenber all the smiles and ships at night and the sails that flap but god help me stay at sea and never set to port I will always be afraid of tying the midship and feeling stuck and run aground never to set out again and taste the salt air and seaweed stew Enough Love is there enough there is a house of love somewhere I know it, I know it I won't rest until I can call it my home it is my home, my solitude, my solution my presence is known by a handfull and my situation is easy and rested I will be enough to love and to recognize my own limits my path is clear is there enough love to go around for everyone even me even you we can't know we can't give enough love we can't get enough love but we must live in the house of love and drink while we can and be merry we can we can love enough continuum painfull time warp continuim filled with lust and wanton days I will forever hold my tongue in a thousand different ways no not I nor my love will ever forget how you held me so near and so close to my debt I fear I will always be an assault to my heirs and pray on my inner sanctum arouse my suspicions and forgive ny intuitions