Writer • Musician
A marching band parades down an old Italian street of cobblestone dressed in black, Mourning ecstasy and the promise that they will not see it lived out. But they march on, baptizing all the children in the World War psalm.
Ode to Ralph L. Marvin Tonight was rowdy, inside was calm The winds hold steady A festival in His palm Looked at the bookstore Some holy land for posing, aging, clinging intellectuals Looking like fishermen Their last disguise Twenty-first century prophets hiding Looking for some youthful eyes They’ve got some last words from the wise …
Watering house plants, absent of circumstance, Every morning looking brighter, Nightfall and a love re-inspired. This is my garden, In which I have all my treasure. I hear a sound from behind the mountain, And from the flower bed, I derive my greatest pleasure I have memories and flashing thoughts Visiting dreams that, come the …
This morning I see the sun reigning over me Always there for me seemingly Where were you dear sun when I saw no light? Where were you brave one when I was lost in the night? Where were you great shepherd when I lost comfort and sight? Where were you mighty hero? I wasn't born …
Racing down from the forests of Arden Racing down into a mystical night Racing down across the dark, desert highway Racing down fantastical youth I thought I saw a glimmer of summer I thought I saw a flash of youth I thought I saw my smiling mother I thought I saw the sun peaking through …
So arrives October and the leaves rush in The winds awake Over the grave of summer and the sun departs below the drifting clouds Consoling, conferring with sky knights before the final ascent And the coming of the night sky Summer’s gone Summer’s gone And so arrives the autumn song Bring on the winds And …
The fortune telling lady, who sits ready in a rolling valley, Puts her cards out and says as she smiles, "Young man, I hope you choose wisely." And the iron-clad angel returns one last time before heaven's army sets final sail. Removing her veil, she plays her golden trumpet. A note, eternal, she cries, "Hail!". …
Well, Hey Mr. McGrath, Did you hear the rumor from those distant shores? A black cat sang a loathsome ballad, talking of destruction and old, broken down routines. This world's gettin' too small for me, man. Time for me to split 'fore the comet hits. Maybe then me and some friends, Will tell the of …
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On the Southern Streets of the Delta May, No voices sing the bandleader's song. You might hear the humming tune of stone eyes piercing the day, And the dust on the glass which blankets the dawn. On summer afternoons, with fallen rain beneath the sun, The wandering turn, blink toward the sky. None shall hear …
Lights remain dim on Hollywood sidewalks beneath a grey sky. We've long searched for light. It's found us at last, on a sleepy western morning And it embraces us from the longest night. There's a man playing guitar On an avenue of exhausted stars. His music echoes through the alleys, Through avenues near and far. …
Hey mister, I heard a thunder down past the mountain view. Hey mister, I heard a rolling wind. I dreamt a dream of a crying youth. Hey madam, can you help me? My heart has just gone and shook. I caught a glimpse of an angel, but she has faded beyond the brooke. Hey mama, …
By Michael Quinn Drifting leaf, Allow me to catch you once Before you dance forever more in the wind. I want to save you from the floor, That place where the glory for all of us ends. Listen to me, honey baby. Don't you know I just wanna be your friend? Allow me one chance …
Crawling on a neon leaf, Amid the rain Soaking the green and the trees; On planet Earth And in that core of the black masses, Lies a blue pearl that holds all of eternal life With all that lasts From this life to the next. Horror, Horror, Horror From the next morning until the …
What is a poor sailor to do? When he hasn’t got you To see him through, As the waves crash against my orca blue? What is young man to think? When you’ve left him all alone on white tombstone brink? What indeed am I left to think, When you’ve left me with a just a …
Sitting in the backseat of an SUV. The air is cool but the ride is rough As we drive by the American flag With its edges torn. It waves triumphantly in the winter wind But it hasn’t got long. In the air there are walls of sand As we make our way to the black …
She dances in dim lamplight, Hair a lovely wave Smoke in the clubroom, And thoughts evaporate in a soft and strung-out daze. Did you turn to me? They call you and spit your name Think I'd provide any more than the same? Well there's nothing I can say, though you may take me from my last …
Verse 1: Kangaroo Silver bluff with despair Juvi jumps the canyon but is stuck in midair He asks “How did I get from here to there?” Startin’ get those who crawl to care. Chorus: Well Jonas he can walk down patched roads of blue Yes he passes both light and lines, all open avenues. Though …
Down in the pits of swamp fever There is a woman there that I know She walks her beat, while people marvel at her feet She walks down the street, and the fellas they all go Hey Cassie King, we have never seen A stare so mean and a body so lean Hey Cassie King, …
I feel as though you are an angel,And I am a ghost.You are a pleasant dream that hides behind a bush,And I am a creature lost in eternal dry-spun hope.I am like a goblin,A goblin caught in his own fire.I come out yet again,With a grin that your beauty inspires.We’ve been on this merry-go-round since …
I could sing songs of joy, but what is the point?Enough people suffer to make proclamations seem crude.I have no desire to sings of young love and romance.The only happiness that interests me Is that which is found in a warm mealOr in a hard drink or bottle of beer.The last remaining medicine for the …
Ren Michael 