Op. 61119

Forever Strong are We,
My Keeper,
Brother of I.

Sharpen wits,
Our Words of Bold,
Brother of mine.

I will guard your Soul.

Op.8 ~ A Boy could do Better

Once under a streetlight,

Sitting in a room alone.

Sometimes voices rang out. 

No one was hurt.

*Its a dangerous game. (Animals stalk the night.)

Junkies sing songs of pain.

But Angels whisper with kind song.*

There was a girl with midnight hair.

She was no ones handmaid.

Just an Irish lass with game to play 

A boy could do worse then to have the untouchable touch him

In midnight light

I sat stoned.

Zombies sniffed in circles,

Tenderness touched my thigh.

*Its a dangerous game. (Animals stalk the night.)

Junkies sing songs of pain.

But Angels whisper with kind song.*

Change came with pain.

Drooling foul words,

Kind hearts broke in fear.

A boy could do worse by others, even if he feels insane.

Dawn lit the sky,

Creatures returned below.

A bell chimed. 

All is well.

*Its a dangerous game. (Animals stalk the night.)

Junkies sing songs of pain.

But Angels whisper with kind song.*

A boy's better crying alone. 

For *H*

A shiny Jewel
Spied with I.
A dark haired fair
and may I say gay and debonair
Man about town.

{With a Jewel so
Fair the air sighs.~.~.~.
With Wonder and lust.}

Lost in a dance of time and desire.