THE SECOND SEASON

And that unkind sun is coming
To dry the pouring tears
Of the heaven o'er the earth
Olive,palm, and the likes
Shall have little to drink
their leaves shall wither
And sunder away from their stem
Streams shall pass into slumber,
Wells shall become a yawned pit

The sun shall dry the earth into dust
And the wind shall carry it about
From here, there and there in whirl
The frosty clime too shall come
To visit the fierce dry sun
Our lips shall quiver, break and pale
Our palm, our feet shall crave for wool
Our stool shall be fast by a burning ember
To warm our cold feet and palm
The heaven will not cry,
Vegetables will not smile
And we shall pay high for the ones that comes by
I hate for this to come, the second season
But my will-drum can't make nature dance

FOR YOU

I'll buy the sun,
To lit your day
I'll wrest the moon
From its dwelling place
To make the inky blackness
Of your night glow
I'll pluck the stars
In their thousands
And make them twinkle
Their plentiful lights
While you lay your head at night
On your oaken couch
Tell me you're thirsty
I'll bring you water
From the purest spring
To slake your thirst
Tell me when your stomach calls,
I'll bring you the freshest greens
Even from the garden of Eden
And hunt down the finest deer
To fill your belly
You're my everything
For you,
I'll go to the end of the earth. 

FAR SKY STAR

Evelyn Stonefield,
A woman of surpassing beauty
Rare to find
One of a kind
A twinkling bright star
Up in the far sky
That she be, a garden flower
My hands would have reached her
Touched her glossy long hair
Whisper my heart to her ear
But she dwells in high place
Where I can only cast a gaze
To the call of her attraction
Fanning my untamed affection

THE BLOOD MOON

Beautiful,
The roseate glow
Of the lunar moon
The light it shed
Touches the earth
O! a coruscating brilliance
A touch of red,
It could mean love
Love?
Perhaps the moon
Has been speared,
Ran through with cold steel
Shedding scalding tears
In gory pool
Sun,
stars
And other heavenly bodies
Have you done this?
Have you killed our moon?
Why does she glow in gore?
Will she breathe again?
Will she glow
To lit our inky night again?

I'LL SING YOU, A SWEET LAY

I'll offer to you,
my dearest
a sweet silvery rendition
Embraced in a harmonious rhythm
Deep from the abyss of my steadfast heart,
A sweet lay of love
No ear has welcomed

I'll sing low,
then high
Till it rises,
a deafening crescendo
I'll beckon on songsters
Form all earth's quarter
Together,
we'll make the song swell around you

I'll praise with the sweet ode
The greatness of your surpassing beauty,
Your alluring eyes,
Point-carved nose
And Sexy pink glossy lips
Not saving your inky long tresses

From my piccolo,
There shall a pleasant tune issue forth
To tear away your heavy-heart
In great asunder 
I'll twang too
the ukulele strings
And set free it's sweet melody
To unfasten your joy

For you,
Bone of my own
I'll sing till my strength wane
twang strings
Till my fingers are dead
I'll go to the end of the earth
To make songs that holds you
Under a rapturous heaven

LIFE

I love her so much
I care for her as such
The lone reason I breathe
She makes my heart beat
In sweet harmony with her presence
With her, I've found my essence
That her father could let her be mine
To dwell fast by me till the end of time
Then I'll go to the end of the earth
To gain plenteous wealth
And pay her nameless bride price
But alas! Won't death awe in fright?
Yet only then will I breath forever,
And ne'er ever shall I sever ties with her.

TIME

Behold! No clock lean on my wall
None rest on my wrist too
I watch no time
I just see the sun pass into slumber
And the night awaken
I see the seasons come and go
The sun that drinks dry the earth water,
And the rain that waters the earth soil
The deep crow of the cock tells the dawn
And the receding sun bespeak the night draws nigh
To keep time is needless
I was born benighted of the time
I'll live through the earth with no time too
And I'll die not knowing the time