Angel's Wings

A season of greetings and cheer to all...
cold and warm tonight.
Wishes of peace and harmony for all...
she guides you through the night.

Memories of our childhood dreams
and who we may or still don't know.
Look deep into the glass and
see what we ought to hear.

We see ourselves for who we are...
the truth and what we are owing.
Give and give to all... near and far!
For only love can keep us going.

A joyous time to renew for a few.
On swift she comes... Angel's Wings.
Bring so many of the happy things
to mine beloved and to all of you!

A season of greetings and cheer to all...
cold and warm tonight.
She lays down her sword...
offers the Star, with the gift of Light.

È la mia vita

My gift of love
to so many...
spread so thin.

Who's first in line?
Who claims me mine?
Every time I choose
I always lose.

My gift of love, I spread it too thin.
No one is happy, cause they never win.
In the end, I'm by myself... once again.
Almost out of time... no where to begin.

Ode to Divorce

It's not even about luck and who gives a fuck.
It's not about dukes or when it's time to duck.
When it's not about love when it comes to marriage.
It's who wins the rights to the horse and carriage.

This Way Out

We need to cry...
when we have to say, good bye.
All we may and without a doubt...
it's the only way... to let it out.

The Face in the Mirror by Robert Graves

Grey haunted eyes, absent-mindedly glaring
From wide, uneven orbits; one brow drooping
Somewhat over the eye
Because of a missile fragment still inhering,
Skin-deep, as a foolish record of old-world fighting.

Crookedly broken nose — low tackling caused it;
Cheeks, furrowed; coarse grey hair, flying frenetic;
Forehead, wrinkled and high;
Jowls, prominent; ears, large; jaw, pugilistic;
Teeth, few; lips, full and ruddy; mouth, ascetic.

I pause with razor poised, scowling derision
At the mirrored man whose beard needs my attention,
And once more ask him why
He still stands ready, with a boy’s presumption,
To court the queen in her high silk pavilion.