happy sad masks (lyrics ellen mizell (©2001) a female saint, hands decorously folded contemplates her lowly position at the bottom, her robe crinkles in art deco folds a bird is diving at her halo she symbolizes women thru the ages happy sad masks, cd headphones car is hot hot hot an eggmatic series, of windows reveal stylized souls a hep and cool talking head makes urbane comments everyone was impressed by what he had to say until they realized the top of his head was missing a five cent stamp from a foreign country looks beautiful, but the flower is a spy happy sad masks, music soundtrack opera loves songs pop cd headphones, eggmatic windows reveal stylized souls happy sad masks, cool heads talking flower spy device windows spaceship, bird is diving, deco symbol eyes on the next side the boston tea party is immortalized on a canceled stamp one window looks out over a still like the next, which is half gone a sad black blob a child’s depiction of a tree, or a spaceship threatening the planet earth a map of a demented interstate exchange leads no where green dot hold down a mysterious seal with the corners of missing windows happy sad masks, music soundtrack, drama greek masks fly love songs headphone foreign windows, five cent flower spy around the corner a strange creature screams at an israeli stamp where birds fly straight at greek drama masks a sad face that stares into front porch window greens a colorful world for a stamp from siam, a happy sunflower barcode dreams happy sad masks cd headphone car is hot hot hot opera love songs pop music soundtrack eggmatic series soul windows spaceship female saint hand bird is diving low happy sad masks soundtrack headphones love song opera soul

Gather lyrics by Ken Clinger ©2003 gather in their light candles form in avenues wait for each new hour to toll daydreams as clustered jewels sweet emotions flow windows share the morning breeze floral secret shapes unfold their truth our distant fantasies blossoms and buds and stars appear from early morning spring mystical hues and legends stir their memories make us sing gardens newly green melodies from far away whispers from our childhood dreams each moment is a holiday recognizing daily paths lead to our inner passageway mystical hues and legends stir our memories from the night rediscovered song rising in the candlelight present to the future endless flight

The Owl & The Pussycat by Edward Lear (Public Domain) the owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat. they took some honey, and plenty of money, wrapped up in a five-pound note the owl looked up to the stars above, and sang to a small guitar, o lovely pussy, oh pussy my love what a beautiful pussy you are you are you are what a beautiful pussy you are pussy said to the owl, you elegant fowl how charmingly sweet you sing o let us be married, too long have we tarried but what shall we do for a ring? they sailed away, for a year and a day to the land where the bong-tree grows and there in a wood a piggy-wig stood with a ring at the end of his nose his nose, his nose with a ring at the end of his nose. dear pig are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring? said the piggy, i will so they took it away, and were married next day by the turkey who lives on the hill. they dined on mince, and slices of quince, which they ate with a runcible spoon and hand in hand, on the edge of the sand they danced by the light of the moon, the moon , the moon they danced by the light of the moon.

Moonlight Reflection (©2002 Ken Clinger) looking deep inside moonlight reflection opening to places secrets hide creatures turn to ponder imperfections visitors might cast the scales aside subtle change of mood vagueness becomes clear realized sincerity the guide (oboe) sound becomes a means of transportation opening the gates to worlds inside high into the air floating easily joining being living there sunlight entities with a gentle wish entering into a thought become anything you want to be internally light within the sound giving direction hinting at return with new insight facing hardened ways with new affection outer edges bathes in inner light subtle change of mood new direction clear future becomes present taking flight

Bovine lyrics by john m. bennett ©2000 clastic knife sandwich, dome sinks elastic bowing toward bowl splash your clouding brow, gate, itchy feet always now done it, it’s melting, hock bun ligature yr neck, can’t swallow signature crawled across chest, yr midget sprawled loosely grinning, like a sack toothy marbles, clack teeth, sing in harbor dump, pages of munition cracked lumps it craves it nostrils, it sits twirling in phonewire, your fly pearled walks across bed, legs like caulk walks morphs tactile, watch band talks twirling at fridge, yr frenchfry curling it wore, stalking sez dit dit dump magic strongly, spreads on stump marbles, sunk in poo, index garbled loosely slathered with recision, lopped inclusive crawled, dungless toward the soaking wall ligature and knife, your dancing forfeiture done or sausage, never seen lung brow slapping dimwits, sleep beside plow bowing, towards blank abyss long cow claustic chewing roll, your laundry placid

mystic solar trip lyrics by ken clinger (©2003) ride a mystic solar ship past the lunar fields free as a breeze smiling glide into a rainbow trip last to reach trans-spectral destination time with new trajectory past to future sealed key fantasies guiding prime instinct we all agree vast connection vision unison sublime dream within a butterfly over color fields drift past the trees rising gleaming waters amplify floral patterns calling sense enthralling scenes drift between the gentle brows thru a sonic spectrum recollection now the tension fades away inner hideaway leads to a world sharing life beyond all fantasy life as endless interlude we oversee culminating rainbow trip final color yields smile as a breeze rising guide our mystic solar ship into realms of wonder welcomed open eyed.

Little Red Riding Hood Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone no one can, no one knows where to find her leaving us in the lurch, we need her we're going out of bounds, we're losing track of time Little Red Riding Hood In the woods of space and time matter, energy, go with her returning to their prime Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone She left, she said the wolf had been reborn another plane, out of touch from senses trained in planetary ways Little Red Riding Hood shifting thru space and time searching for the alien feel of subtle twisted rhyme Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone The hunter's dead, there's no one here to save us out gravity shifts, short circuits for thoughts no basket of goodies can be of help here Little Red Riding Hood enters a space and time alien feel of wolfish touch a tingle in the spine Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone The sky grows dark, and colored lights are flashing memory turns to Granny's face so long dead, a sight from stable times Little Red Riding Hood throws a thought, and makes a sign Wolfish doom, and rising tides forms that fit a new design Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone the ground it shakes and cracks and opens wide Phantom friends turned inside out Granny & the hunter flying by Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone voices in our heads are getting louder giving plans for shifting thoughts altering the meanings of our time Little Red Riding Hood nose grows long, in form lupine teeth turning big and sharp genus now canine Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone Granny and the hunter now combine a ghostly twist, now obvious a way to see things way before their time Little Red Riding Hood plans and plans to undermine a shift in fate, a downward pull infiltrates the other side Little Red Riding Hood dark friendship intertwines a race of wolves and little girl subtly shifting group lifelines Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone we enter into plans of reconstruction our former ways, and passive days behind us now, we see the step ahead Little Red Riding Hood plays on greed and buys the time wolf dissent ions in the ranks leaders disagree on crime Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone the void she left is full, and we are waiting for winds to tell us of the fate of wolfish doom once destined to be ours Little Red Riding Hood withdraws from the battle line wolves fighting civil wars their future chains are realigned Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood is gone the winds they speak of eminent return in wolfish form, subverted doom a presence now sustaining space and time Little Red Riding Hood shifting thru space and time searching for the new ideal updated and refined