When it is good for you
Won’t we have to share it?
Who ever disturbed you
Know we are affected too
In the good name of Him
Whom we bow to worship
I rebuke laziness
Stubbornness and ill luck
I rebuke the restless spirit

Men went on hunting spree
Women kept the home safe
What went wrong in the bush
when man fails to benefit
From fruits of his labour
Should home be forgotten?
I rebuke unsteady mind
Shatter impediment
Set on your pathway way

somebody changed the face of the moon.
Luna was pretty before
but now she is breathtaking
instead of bright gray eyes lit by the sun
peering out from behind the clouds adrift
i see green eyes lit by the stage light
and the silent ache behind them
that is yelling in my ear
and boring into my bones
and closing her fingers 'round my neck
but yes, it is all welcome because
if good things take time, then
damn
this is going to be great.

I know of things yielded by "pride"
in fact, I've seen first hand
I'm sharing my own observations
so, you may better understand.

We've seen the dissapointments
where consequences were so mean;
but I've spied quite the opposite
'twas the damnedest thing I've ever seen!

He made it up to this desert
quite a ways from down by the beach;
believing he'd find happiness,
but it was always just out of reach.

I saw, it saw, we saw each other in the dark,
the lark had gone to rest, the stars came out,
the park was clothed in mist, the mist of winter's dress,
its breath the breath of owls or eagles in their nests,
that rips the air with talons of disguise,

we close our eyes and blast the fog away,
to stand revealed as apparitions,
forced to birth from skies of stormy clouds,
you stood there naked only clad with hair,
that swayed about your form caressing it,