Poetic Mumbo Jumbo.

   If I Could Be You.
     If I could be you for just an hour, I'd appreciate the
beauty I possess. Olive skin and darkened tress, to be I'm
awe of the new odd shape I've shifted.
 Wouldn't need affirmation or reflection, I'd give myself a
New kind of affection, if I were you, I'd be enough for me.
   Strolling Brooklyn or hills in the old country, some person
may just stop to look, I'd look them in the eye and nod, gee,
never done that before.
  Could be charming, smart and witty, you'd see and prepare
to be disarmed. But I can't be you or anybody, but to fade to
dust, covered in with sand and years.
  When the paint wears off, the smile will subside, what's left
is a woman broken up, what does make up do but put on a
show?
  Had I been you, I wouldn't need it and could love myself and
be satisfied...imagine if I could do that with my own body and
mind.
  And I'd settle to be a chain around your neck, with sainted medals.....

   Sister Of The North.
  Sister of the Northern, of flowing golden hair, how did
fate drive two paths to collide?
  How, may I ask, so many miles farther? You could jump at
the chance, your convent is not an ivory tower.
  It's cold up that way, are long distance calls so warm?
   It looks like luck and kismet is at your side, the good Lord
gave you my wish and left my soul to frost.
  Sister of the Northern, of golden flowing hair, if you had
known me, would you have dared?

  Social Melt.
  No angels left to walk the Earth, no Red Sea parting over
the dirt, as far back to look, killings been an art, but let us
keep our hands clean instead.
  No more miracles being performed, big men call recruits
for fighting. Life moves fast, as soon as a blink, if I wanted
a circle, I'd skate at a rink.
  I really dig standing next to you. The day is short, might
as well be true. If you walked far through the gates, I'd be
grey and alone, all I needed was to take you home, its true,
I really dig standing next to you.
  Snow comes after Christmas, who wants it around?
Industry has moved and took the boom from little towns,
Old railroad tracks still run through.
Tonight I stood in a familiar square, the memory of meeting
will always be there.

Rainbow In A Blackbird.
  Bird on the roof jumped today, fly, float, sing for your
life.
  A bird with exotic rainbow feathers snatched his heart
quick, like an earthworm, blessed is not one who waits in
line.
  A bird of rainbow plumage catches faster then a blackbird.
That darn Cardinal knew not of the rainbow in a blackbird's
soul.
  Bird on the roof jumped today, fly, float, sing for your
life.
  A Cardinal knows not of the rainbow in a blackbird.
A blackbird is ever so damned.