A couple cool little pictures for everybody.
Taken on my new camera.
Groovy eh?











If I were a key
I would be in
un-obvious
un-imagined
un-thought-of
how the hell did it get there places

Down the street
From Ordinary

In the bottom of coffee cans
In shoes
Between rhythm
and blues

Dark corners
Fuzzy memories
dreams that slip-- free

Returning
half as vivid
and twice as moving

Igniting a switch
the kind of which
has never been heard
or been seen
or been smelled before

spending time
writing reason and rhyme
during thinking season
noses to the floor

searching
just searching...
for locks that mate
the key

And maybe lost treasure explodes from our mouthes
And maybe doors lock to keep us out
And maybe skeletons in closets make way for new wardrobes

Or maybe not

Maybe we spend time writing rhyme
for wrong reasons

Words are pleasin'
only to those who hear them
or see them

What about beat
stomping of feet
clapping of hands

Percussion bands
made from red knees
and shoes with more soul than
James Brown and The King put together

It's humanity
in United Tribal Harmony
That's the key
That's the reason
That's the -- stop

And Listen

It's beatin
It's beatin
It's beatin

Bum bum di dum
speaks eternal drums
from times when
the sun was our most treasured
commodity

Bum bum di dum
echoes through church halls
and hospital wards
and libraries
where thinking minds spread silence

Shh...
There are no words
to describe
the flow of the soul
through ones body...

bum bum
only beat
di dum
only beat
bum bum
only beat
di dum
only beat
only beat
only
bum bum di dum
bum bum