Primary Colors


Hard times have fallen upon our weary warrior

Weak with the disease of this modern society

Greed sires poverty; hunger fed with indifference

Power as compulsion the root cause of our anxiety


False prophets bring promises of a new and better way

Under a noble flag that cloaks the truth of avarice 

How can a wolf go undeterred after the wool is pulled?

Exposing the dangerously emaciated and ravenous


Take a moment to recall the comfort found in freedom

We must remember the purpose of our banners waving

See our horizon at sunset once the smoke of “progress” clears

Take back our patriotic right and for it stand unwavering


Time has come for the sheep to reclaim the pasture

Bring back the pride in what was always tried and true

Rest assured that our colors will continue to never run

Recognize these primary colors as our Red, White and Blue


One Helluva Band

Space special effects composite of red and green musical notes and starry sky


The promised land is electric

Alive with the vibrations of a joyous noise

A venue conceived immaculately

A “Bill Graham Presents” production

That will reverberate infinitely

A “Day On The Green” held in the hereafter

I hear people are dying to get in


A headliners only event of Utopian proportions

The likes of which only immortals are worthy

A musical Shangri-La that will rock at volume ELEVEN

On a stage of vast landscape lit by the Aurora Borealis


A group that needs no introductions

Yet deserves its proper recognition

For each member had an earthly presence

Gifted with the musical ability of an army of angels


A backbeat rhythm of rolling thunder

As Mr. Bonham pounds beneath a raging Moon

Held together by a bell bottom end bass attack

Provided by Moonies tribesman Entwistle

With supernatural distortion only Cliff could administer


The revolving center stage has an everlasting array

Of the guitar mastery only fitting of such a high place

There is Jimi, Stevie Ray, and BB King.

Randy Rhoads can be seen “Flying High Again” 

While Jerry Garcia is just “Grateful” to be here


Last but actually first and foremost

Are the voices that will give the angels choir trouble

With the Lizard King penning his lyrical poetry

 Janice finds Southern Comfort on this new stage

Bowie is much more than just a “Space Oddity”

 Lennon now sings to those who actually “Give peace a chance”

While Bon Scott….HEY how did HE get in here?!?

Well, you see, He got turned around on that famous “Highway”

Ronnie Van Zant reminds us that his bird is now flying eternally free

While the one and only Freddie Mercury steals the show

All the angels drop to their knees with praises of “We’re not worthy”!

While the Almighty just nods his head and laughs


A mastery of mystical, musical magic

In a setting that has the perfection these musicians deserve

For touching our lives and lifting our spirits they found their home

This night of the brightest Stars sonically charging the multiverse

A melodic miracle that lasted for SEVEN encores

Bringing a newfound unity to all creation

Leaving the attendees awestruck and with only one thought


HEAVEN has one HELL of a band!!


Downside Up


Let me make one thing perfectly clear

As crystal as it could possibly be

A single tiny detail among millions

One tiny bubble in an eternal sea


An idea both emboldening and unsettling

We are being watched

There are witnesses to our triumphant failures

We are being scrutinized

As we recklessly push our “Mother” down a sewer hole

We are being found guilty

Guilty of horrific crimes against all creation


So let me bend your tired ear

With stories of how humanity lost its meaning

Tales that will be very hard to hear

For the pristine souls and pure of heart

Imminent demise of our elegant celestial sphere


A gift most certainly from the heavens

From clenched fists of the greedy shall be pried

An inconsolable mother has lost far too much

Her child’s lifeblood spilled while she cried


I present this fact again to the gluttonous, ignorant masses

There are eyes upon us

Carefully surveying the catastrophic damage being done

All of our fabulous disasters tallied

There is always a tipping point in nature, a correction of sorts

We are reaching terminal velocity

The point where Creation must flip things Downside-Up



Oh, what courage it takes

To gaze into the eye of the storm

Unflinchingly taking command

Knowing the consequence of blinking first

Witnessing the wild at heart being tamed

As rivers spill over and skies take flight

Steadfastly holding our ground

Questioning only the safety found

By the fleeing of a bird on the wing



Standing against the current

Looking catastrophe directly in the eye

Recognizing fear as our sensible companion

Letting us be strong in our heightened awareness

Intensifying the existent conviction unwavering

A steely belief in what was right all along

Universal blessings soon to be gifted

As the peril of another maelstrom has lifted

Destiny allowed to play out on an angel’s wing

Flourite Fantasy


Cradled in the ample bust of our Earth Mother

Gently settled in for a peaceful nights dreaming

Bathed in the heavenly glow of a selenite moon

Energetically protected by a silver lights gleaming


Violet branches perfectly wrapped with twisting gnarls

Roots under lavender keep him docile and grounded

Tranquil azure waters cascading amongst his shadows

Delivering ideas to fruition in a dreamscape unbounded


Negativity deflected by a protective Persian green sky

So that Spring may flourish within his heart of hearts

A pleasant calming sense of concentrated direction

Rainbows end is assuredly where his journey starts