Every time I see her I become weightless
like a soul hovering in light
a feeling incomprehensible
as my heart is taking flight
her face, a lovely mirror of her soul
a rough and tumble woman with a touch of gentle light
a loving caring angel with wings as black as night
her eyes closing sway and curtsy gentle as a feather falls
simultaneously possessing the charisma of a woman who's got balls
She is Hecate and Athena, she is Magdalena bold and fair
She is the only of her species, she is a flower bright and rare 
her lips entrance with soft curvature along her cupid's bow
her snake bites hang like punk rock prayer flags upon her lip below
her gentle eyes could paralyze one as Medusa's stare
I have not seen in life or dream another quite as fair
Her blackened hair with midnight glare forms perfectly on her crown
I imagine it feels in my minds eye as soft as fleecy down
her nose proportional to her face as a statue of Aphrodite
she carries herself as nothing else but as a woman, strong and mighty
Her punk rock charm reveals an anarchist, a rebel, plain and pissed
with a spiritual side that is mystified by a cloud of memetic mist

I'm tired of people
being biased against people
being biased against people
being biased against people.
Why pick a 'side'?
They are all right.
So they are all wrong.
If I ever had to pick a side,
the only side I would choose
would be sentient beings.
We are here on this planet
as guardians of all life.
Not to bicker.

Why copyright a song when there are only so many chords to play with?
Mathematically, a song I write tonight will be fated to be written again in the future.
Whether or not I ever show it to someone.
Why copyright an image that has already been stolen?
If I painted a chair, I did not create the chair, or the method of painting,
the woodsmith who designed the chair took the design from another.
We cannot own music, and we cannot own art.
We cannot own sound, and we cannot own inspiration.
Just like we cannot own the wind or the sky.

Love Is
Love is care
Love is trust
Love is a total must
Love is open
Love is shut
Love has true guts
Love is hugs
Love is kiss
Love you should not miss
Love is girl
Love is boy
Love is together in joy
Love is music
Love is art
Love comes from the heart
Love is Harmony
Love is Peace
Love will always increase
Love is passion
Love is dance
Love is deep romance
Love is family
Love is is friend
Love will emotionally blend
Love is husband
Love is wife
Love is marriage for life  
There is so much love can do
So show that love from me to you 

You’re walking in the cave, all alone
You see dead bodies, blood and bone
You see something, glowing so bright
You wander over, to see what is in sight
You stair at the eye, black and gold
You’re curious, what it will behold
You touch the eye, with your desire
You can’t let go, the eye and you are on fire! 
The Dragon’s eye begin to speak
I will look in your mind, to take a peak!
I will not hurt you, I guarantee!
Now focus your mind, let it go free!
The dragon’s eye, is in great denial
To put your life, on judgment trial
Now let’s go deep into your mind
To see what we can find!
Dragon’s eye, can see the truth and a lie
Dragon’s eye, can see your anger and tear drop cry

I don't dig people who think 'optimism' is like some kind of cult. I am too pessimistic to be classified an optimist and too optimistic to be labeled a pessimist. My cup is never half empty or half full, rather, I fill it up to the brim, drink it dry, and fill it again after I piss.

Our Milwaukee is a soulful town…
it’s had its share of ups and downs--
now we’re trying to get it right,
so all God’s children can live in the Light--
welcome to the Milwaukee renaissance.

Native Americans gathered wild rice here…
next thing they knew, Germans were brewing beer--
wave after wave of immigrants arrived,
made ourselves at home, worked hard, and thrived--
welcome to the Milwaukee renaissance.

Breweries and tanneries provided good pay…
foundries and factories had their day--
now they’ve just about all faded away,
and we’re brainstorming what will take their place--
welcome to the Milwaukee renaissance.

     We’ve got big problems, that’s for sure…
     failing schools, high unemployment: there’s no easy cure--
     how do we transform a Rust Belt economy
     into one grounded in sustainability?

We’ve got good examples all around…
Growing Power teaches us how to farm in town--
and the splendid Urban Ecology Center
inspires activists, students and mentors--
welcome to the Milwaukee renaissance.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe in a ‘renaissance,’
but I don’t speak with nonchalance…
we all have a great opportunity
to contribute to the Greening of our community--
welcome to the Milwaukee renaissance.

May the renaissance growing in Milwaukee
spread in all directions, creatively--
yes, may good things keep on happening…
may the renaissance keep on blossoming--
welcome to the Milwaukee renaissance.
     Take an online tour, see what’s going on:
     milwaukeerenaissance.com--
welcome to the Milwaukee renaissance…
www.milwaukeerenaissance.com--
welcome to the Milwaukee renaissance






            —Harvey Taylor