Visions
Words
Figure It Out
In a fantasy world, we lost our way, we promised to settle down, On the banks on the Mississippi, just like the band was preaching the prophecy. we were castaways. Hanging from the rafters, floating with the river tide. it seemed to flow both ways, but then in the undercurrent, we were drowning, who would know where the shore is anymore thats just water under-the-bridge. At least it will carry us away together. We both didn’t know the answers without each other, a Long time ago.
We had to figure out this wild world alone.
Rainbows fall so we can follow them, show us the way even after we run from this crazy town, we’ll remember, and find our fortune, out on the seven seas!
Where the Boogie Chill music finally sets us free!
Will you come with me?
Fly
The Hawk swooped down on his vegetable garden, just cross(ed) the Arizona boarder.
He thought the end of the world might happen, at any minute, and refused to take his chances against the other birds of prey. Even tho the raptors are carnivores, this was his strategy — decidedly. “You reap what you sow” — as it says in the old spiritual — in this case, Distraction.
The rainbow of colors would be the most mesmerizing dizziness in the sky, all the falcons and eagles would swirl out of control, from the menagerie, and unravel from their fluttery instinct, ruffled wings and drumbeat hearts.
The Hawk was lured by his own entrapments as he circled back one more time to check his handiwork, and was pleased. He instantly embarked on his next duty of call — across the ocean — gatekeeper for grapes of wrath — in the Vineyards of St. Emillion.
Then the Boogie Chill Music plays, as The Hawk flies away into the midnight! Fly Hawk, Fly!
