Expressed.

Expressed.

Expressed a desire to write a story,

It went around the mind and away from the crest.

And like flying bird,

I did the rest.

I expressed a desire,

To be in the music,

And write a new song.

I expressed a desire,

To say the truth,

And to be in the new light.

I expressed a desire,

To meet with the Lord the father,

The Preserver of all,

But I found that I had met him much before.

I expressed a desire,

To be desireless,

And found that it was all.

Adios!

A Breakfast For Three.

A Breakfast For Three.

A breakfast for three,

Is what it is these days.

Three egg whites,

With layered bread and jam,

With a leaf of ice berg lettuce,

Sandwiched in between.

A breakfast for three,

With three cups full of milk-tea,

And red berries.

It sings happiness,

And makes life full like a flowering tree.

Adios!

Isn’t It A Piece Of Cake?

Isn’t It A Piece Of Cake?

Isn’t it a piece of cake?

To say hi to one’s beloved.

To rock the cradle,

To say morning to the night.

To say how do you do?

To reach the moon,

And to dream of the stars?

Isn’t it?

Isn’t it a piece of cake?

Easy to avoid truth?

To go round and round,

Yet to mislead?

Isn’t it a piece of cake?

To love someone.

Or not.

Isn’t it?

Adios!

A Ticket To Spain.

A Ticket To Spain.

A ticket to Spain

Has rocked my feelings.

From La Nina to El Nino,

It ain’t going to rain.

A ticket to Spain,

Has been bought with the money of thoughts,

As soon as flight takes off,

It will be venturing into the land of my dreams,

We will go straight to the Tomatino festival,

Before saying “Hola” to my friend,

Whom I have longed to see for eons.

And it is good to have things regained,

We will learn Spanish and be “Ole”,

To be world renowned.

Adios!