September
Sky
50% of all net proceeds from the sale of September Sky will
be donated to Families of Freedom Scholarship Fund, set
up to help the children and spouses of the victim's of the September
11, 2001 attacks. Read more about the fund by clicking here.
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Music isn't the only thing I do. I have written all
my "on stage material," plus almost all other conceivable
writing known to mankind. The following is a sample
of my poetry. Check back often for additional samples.
CIRCLES
"Circles" of a nature start,
And end, the same as they depart.
Suppose in circles we began,
After ? Before? Where would it end?
We'd move past time till scenes renew,
To see the same repeated view.
Coming from infinity,
En route to "all eternity"
Having left the "never end"
Go around and back again.
Remaining in the circle's lair,
Would we return to everywhere?
SICK
I coughed, and coughed a coughing fit,
I swallowed pills and sipped "rose hip"
And said to friends standing by,
"I'm getting sick, I think I'll die."
I tossed my body into bed,
I covered up, and held my head,
Then blew my nostrils with a glug,
I knew I'd caught an ugly bug.
I shivered some, and shook a lot,
I went from clammy cold to hot.
And o'er the bowl I put my head,
And slightly wished that I were dead.
And sir, "How do you feel today?"
"Considering where I've been, O.K.
But if I, not knowing where I'd been,
I'd say I'm sick and dying."
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