Wide open falsehood 

the clan destine truths
rival till the end
in a series of duels
pardon the drapery language I choose
Waltz in Vienna has taught me to use
every tall room a fiction
leather bound treasure books
up to the ceiling
gold spine upon spine

the guile and the treason
the faith and allegiance

wide open falsehood
the clan destine truths
rival till the end
in a series of duels
pardon the drapery language I choose

the author grew fat to imagine
his lead pen careening
gave voice to the scheming
an Aryan cabale to dethrone

the guile and the treason
the faith and allegiance
to the empire unknown

the baron and his mistress
dine in fine banquet hall
as rebel insurgents plot in
the attic space crawl

wide open falsehood
the clan destine truths
rival till the end
in a series of duels
pardon the drapery language I choose

his small hand did strive
to explain all the
rants and raves of
a people enslaved

by the cant of the shrewdest
capable men

the guile and the treason
the faith and allegiance
now lie in my hand

the guile and the treason
the faith and allegiance
now lie in my hand



In the coolness of the morning 

sparing moments here in magical tide
I would meet you without question
to share a starry gaze a look through the sky
from the start
there was this kind of glow
the start when it’s right
you’ll know,
fascinating love’s a secret
an ancient riddle with no reason or rhyme
unpredictable the muses they play
never knowing whether teaisng or shy.