Three Wishes on a Sandy Beach
It was a hot summers day
Along the beach I walked
I came upon a strange bottle
And it entered my thoughts
Hearing stories so young
About genies and lamps
Cowboys and Indians
Gypsies and tramps
I sit on the sands
Holding this bottle of old
If this was my genie
What am I about to be told
On the bend of its neck
Theres a golden rim
I give it a rub
As I get a feeling from within
I have been granted three wishes
But there are rules to be adhered
No resurrection or money
No more wishes will be spared
My very first wish
Is to go way back in time
To watch York Minster being built
A grand cathedral so fine
The second of my wishes
Is also to the past
To the times of the Dinosaurs
Earths giants that did not last
The third and last of my three wishes
American lands first white man
To protect whats rightfully theirs
And leave their destiny, in their hands
Sky of Fire
Man said they would not 
Their nuclear explosion
Inevitable
Seattle to Kensington
Seattle to Kensington a short journey indeed
He became experienced through his guitar amp feed
He lived his life like a machine gun
Hey Joe plays little wing, on the third stone from the sun
Imagine You're There
Close your eyes and imagine you're there
You're naked and shaved as they stand and stare
Watching your loved ones herded away
As you await your fate, its their lies that say
Earlier that day we disembarked from the train
We're in a place called Auschwitz in the pouring rain
An unfamiliar smell hangs in the air
This feeling i get, is of total despair
We enter a building where clothes and shoes lie in mounds
On the periphery of me i hear screaming sounds
Families, fathers mothers daughters and sons
In our Hebrew tongue, why are we the chosen ones
We exit this building and enter another
Where we are told to remain calm and await our shower
No water is felt as the quietness delivers
Motionless some lie, as i await my deathly shiver
Colonial Skyline
From the heart of their country to a new world they did sail
Over an expanse of ocean through storms and gales
They settled in New Amsterdam, this Dutch colonial place
To create a new world in their progressional space
Many years later after conflicts took their toll
New York was born, under British control
The gate to this city is passed by a lady so proud
A gift from the French, freedoms torch raised to her clouds
The Big Apple, this city in the year 1991
Where infidels and cowards tried to bring this gem down
But deep from their depths from the loss of their Twin Towers
Feel its heart and strength, its unity powers
Lennie the Lion
This princely lion called Lennie
In the zoo pub he had one too many
He awoke to exposure
Being in the wrong enclosure
Cuddling a princess lioness called Jennie
Liberty is a Gift
Whether we are black, red white or brown
We are all born to wear freedoms crown
Liberty is gifted from mother to child
The freedom from birth as viewed from her smile
No one has the right to take either away
However its been done on any given day
Retribution is not, the answer for this
Its our civility laws, that return us to bliss
We enter this world free, with impending forks on our roads
What gives us the liberty to freedom unload
Whether we are black, red white or brown
Some of us will end up to be freedoms clowns
Newly Reformed "Runaway Train"
Minneapolis's
Soul Asylum are back, so
Is runaway train
Heavenly Colours
Just awake curtains drawn, I view a scene beyond the glass 
The colours that befall my eyes are nothing more than class
There are greys and blues with purple twists like a carpet in the sky
With orangy reds not a shade was missed as I looked on in awe and sighed
A window of light appeared, as if peeking through the clouds
As his colours started speaking to me, as they spoke silently out loud
This vista that you see beyond the glass on this sunny morn
Will radiate and fill your eyes as if they were newly born
I say to myself how lucky I am that God painted me a sky today
As the morning grows and the colours fade, I marvelled at his display
god painted me a sky (today)...
He Was More Than...
This Chilean gem
Twentieth century joy
So influential...
His styles were vast
Much more than just a poet, was
Pablo Neruda...