It died at birth, not that it lived
Just a notion, foolish, a man
Has to dream, to live, to desire
But must take the pain if he can
And though its true, no love it was
Beautiful, the promise of chance
The game of pain in life we play
The bloody war we call romance.
"Another New Year"
Broken glass shattered
Beer soaked into pavement
Last night legacy.
"Sometimes Pagans Are the Best Christians"
Only now the wisdom keepers
As they see themselves, they come
And keep clear, and a watch, over
These places, once sacred, before cast
Condemned as idolatry, they
Were dismissed as piseogs, stories
And in the name of the God who
Made this world, yes! and us and all
We by holding him sacred forget
To hold sacred the world He gave us.
