A Voice

A voice with which to sing,
to prick away the sting,
a voice with which to cry,
cry out against the sky.

A voice to defy harsh passerby,
A voice to redeem, to beam
across a wavering dream.

A voice once lost, now saved
A voice not again betrayed.

Burning

I saw a bush that was burning
but not consumed by flames,
I saw a bush that was yearning
but not entrapped by names.

A burning bush it had become
and God spoke from within its midst,
and though I stuttered in reply,
I felt I had been kissed.

Lullaby

I will sing my sorrow a lullaby,
I will sing my pain a tune,
I will soothe my sorrow with a cry,
I will kiss away my wound.

And in the deepest dark of sorrow,
I feel the drops come pouring down,
There is nothing to beg or borrow,
It feels like I will not rebound.

I will sing my sorrow a lullaby,
I will sing my pain a tune,
I will soothe my sorrow with a cry,
I will kiss away my wound.

The Return of Milkshake

When Andy lived in Hollywood,
he had a psychotic break,
he became unhinged, it seems,
it made my poor heart ache.

One day, he saw a beggar with a dog,
a cur so cute and sweet,
being suckled by her pups,
a dog with little feet.

My lad pulled out his wad of cash,
sixty bucks he did pay,
the dog he lifted to his arms,
and carried her away.

He gave her name that very morn,
and Milkshake she was named,
he loved her to the moon and back,
for this, he couldn't be blamed.

He took a cab a hundred miles
to Santa Barbara town,
and walked into a bar that day
his troubles there to drown.

He walked into a bar, I say,
and left Milkshake outside,
He tied her to an iron pole,
then she cried and cried.

A cop found Andy in the bar
and gave to him a fine,
He carted Milkshake away,
Andy was left to pine.

Andy wandered the streets dismayed,
he phoned on borrowed cell,
"Please help," he begged, "my Milkshake
is gone; my heart - a shell."

We were enroute to LAX, but turned
to try to save the day,
we found him with swollen feet,
his broken heart, a sway.

Homeless, he'd been for many a day,
without a single penny,
wandering the streets in despair,
his choices weren't many.

We fed him bread and eggs and tea,
but could not assuage his hurt,
With Milkshake gone, he was adrift
with joy, he could not flirt.

We drove him home a hundred miles
He begged us to restore,
Milkshake his love, his sole desire
to bring her to his door.

We set out a hundred miles,
Milkshake was ensconced
in the pound at Santa Barbara,
we paid the fine and bounced

back one hundred miles, we drove,
I rubbed her little ear
I cradled Milkshake in my arms,
she was so very dear.

We waited down below the stairs,
till Andy bounded down,
Seeing Milkshake, he began to shake,
Tears dropped so very round.

"Milkshake, my love, " he cried in bliss,
kissing her in delight,
he kissed her from head to toe,
hugged her with all his might.

A grown man so enamored,
I was in awe to see,
She was his Cleopatra,
he, her Anthony.