Gypsy City

Shots like bells awake the bride

Comes a horseman run and hide

Call the diggers heres another

Crack has killed a baby's mother

Love is lost we cry alone

Gypsy city turned to stone

Smoke and powder prophets prey

Teenage dreams are burned away

Beauty fades the midnight tolls 

On shattered streets of broken souls

Love is lost we cry alone

Gypsy city turned to stone

Every alley ragged rules

Kings to only rats and fools

Sunshine fails and hides away

Night lit demons laugh and play

Love is lost we cry alone

Gypsy city turned to stone

Love is lost I cry alone

My gypsy city's turned to stone

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/3K5H23JVilrZqLKmjDoacc?si=1uwDu2DjSKuoOOW1qniQUQ

Mast of the Pirate Queen

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Her captain's wheel

I am not

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I am no deck, nor tiller

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I stand a mast

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A mast that bares her sail

and

The treasures of her sea

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Wind our gain

We're full

and

Crewed

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With sheets set trim

All lines made fast

We harness gusts to fly

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One eye for rock

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Another sky

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Tack aside and rigid straight

Tensions taught

and

Actions quick

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I am no compass

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In her 'tis bourne

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Map no coarse

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El Dorado draws her soul

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I stand a mast

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And

 Oceans mark 

Her passing

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/1RfPA6mxhOvc5dVK9MHReF?si=mrkFtvU_R0CAnrzbpWnVLg

Ladders

There are two ladders

_________________

One is shiny, smooth, and new

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It's quick climb takes your breath

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And sways on waves of burning sand

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Two is rugged, rough, and worn

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It's reach an endless mystery

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And rooted well in arms of stone

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One is lust

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The other 

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Seems much more

-Hermit King-

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All Hands

Doubt can be a bitter gust

In wars to save the sails 

No act of man can calm a storm 

Tis fate decides who fails

I only know that if we rest

The rolling sea has won

So carry on in faith my lads

That we shall see the sun

Let not our fears divide us

Set your nets amid the pain

Pray and work the harvest

Shooting smiles at the rain

The ship we've built is worthy

Though these waves will take a toll

Pull against Poseidon

As the prize may be your soul

If in fact we loose the fight

Let no hand fail the test

These oceans cruel take many

Tis the heavens hold the best

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/5V83Qk7NeZzsA5FNhup6d1?si=qdFdaqoST6izihIrEZrBTQ

Orlean Dream

Crisp the cajun breezes

Raise the bayou's hidden choir

Pealing off the cold

Dark in the rearview

Driven off on delta tides

Ebb the rain of night

Jazz on the sunrise

Lifting sound from old time blues

New songs of morning 

Jambalaya calls

A promise to her children

Orleans shall not fall

Seas of man called home

In saintly celebration 

All arise as one 

Toss away your beads

Bourbon flows a fresh new wine

None are forgotten

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/6REXN2cbzrYGifT3cAARjR?si=ms1-A2gaSxKyLS5JnT_xGw

An Everlasting Rose

A mountain stood before me

Challenge to my soul

No one bade me climb here

It's crest my only goal

Each step would push another

The fee I paid was time

And though the way seemed brutal

The journey was sublime

As day wore on to sunset

Quickly came the night

Feet were bruised and broken

I had vowed to win the fight

Dawn would serve her glory

On a pilgrimage of pain

Cuts now long forgotten

Thoughts adrift and barely sane

The summit seemed illusion

As my knees embraced the ground

Though victory felt certain

This valiant quest was down

The breath in me was stolen

And my eyes began to close

I spied mid devastation

The beauty of a rose

Alit in shining silence

Atop a granite spire

Rooted in the bedrock

It's shade a raging fire 

Reaching slowly over

I caressed the alpine gem

Had the mountain grown this beauty

Or just hung upon it's stem

Never could I end there

Where this seed had clung so high

Broken through earths mantle

And in brilliance touched the sky

Pushing ever upward

Renewed of life and power

Stride and I would conquer

The ordeal met on this tower

Oft times inspiration

Is less random with it's grace

Yet there above the tree line

Revelation found a place

Risen as she rose
Frozen in the hour
Time had led me where
A world adorned a flower

 Thanks and admiration

Where the wind forever blows

To the soul of perseverance

In the beauty of a rose 

-Hermit King-

Dedicated to

Sophie Rose Barton 

04/09/93- 06/28/10

On a mountain risen 

Inspired by 

A Fierce American Mother 

Alice Frankie Pierce

For B-day 04/10/91

https://open.spotify.com/track/6ozbTNN1t48EBELMuyEuiu?si=4QLBOQIgQPCxBz7ds3oTRg

Trophy of Our World- The Cup

Trophy of our world takes place

Where mediocre holds no grace

Eye to foot or head the ball

Vuvuzelas sound the call

Trumpets shaking land and space

Men a field of every race

Earth's elite have set the pace

Sporting stars stand proud and tall

Trophy of our world

Nations war to our disgrace

Millions die without a trace

Greed and rage fulfill the fall

Trumpets speak to one and all

Taste a kiss and last embrace

Trophy of our world

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/6ozbTNN1t48EBELMuyEuiu?si=4QLBOQIgQPCxBz7ds3oTRg

Extraho Spiritus

Do Not Step Timid or Weak Into Time.

 Do Not in Misery Weep This Journey 

As Demise. 

Leap Fierce and Confident into the Unfolding of Your Seasons.

 Celebrate Each Day Renewed. 

Realize Youth look to the 

Wisdom of Your Council. 

 Ancient Heros Have Graced You with Command.

 Know Truly Your Time is Not Fading. 

Your Time Has Come!

 Lead Bravely 

Into The Future of Your Own Creation. 

A Masterpiece has Just Begun. 

The Masters Brush is Yours.

-Hermit King--

https://open.spotify.com/track/3THxVS2V2dVtCOKPZeDwD5?si=rakQzMP5R7aZKh9fFpX6qQ

The Harvest of Cancer

Captains fiercely call

Crying gulls and pylon waves

Chill the reaching night

             

Walls of ice lay split

Winters dawning run to sea  

Whirlwinds pitch and roll

Those schooled by the swell 

The ancient ways of water     

Taught each lesson once

Milking Tritons ore

Men of honor pitch the cage  

Marking ocean loot

Natures deadly gifts

Northmen earn upon the rail

Net rewards and test

Kinsman lead the green

Knowing cold oblivion    

Keeps mistakes at sea  

_Hermit King_

dedicated to Phil Harris

(December 19, 1956 – February 9, 2010

https://open.spotify.com/track/7pmTcbKLl4a361h4G78nak?si=wSJxyX4GS3G8P8OYcuUJWQ

Mother

Witness to our birth 

Pure love our first perception 

In her arms a home

Quiet in her grace

A prayer her one direction

Words of peace and joy

Teacher of respect

Purveying strong tradition

Aim both high and grand

Eyes of soft reproof

Firm hand of inspiration

Solace in her wing

Simple soul of peace

Wisdom given with a smile

Hero without war

Holy on the throne

A goddess in probation

Equal to my king

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/6YiekBeyhTQ7V8xAzuvA6v?si=wrVtAyPQQSaUPWswg2cbPw

6 Word Story

Raised Sail Long Ago Sailed Away

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/779d9J67lU0cqZCBQ1MF1j?si=SibkcITfQVKhZGzn9lSsdw

Choices of Voices

Hip hop's for gangsta's

Full of teens hanging down jeans

Half up butt more off

Country is hurtin'

Either by or who ya luv

Then ropin' some meat

Folk bares the poets 

 Minstrals ancient overflow

Histories in song

Blues create icons 

Both with voice and vision bold

Immortally sad 

Classical is free

Gods gift to all the masses

Mastered by so few 

I choose Rock and Roll

It seems to tag my bases

Three Fenders and drums

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/0125g6DvDuB1lnDOiHopgQ?si=HPT8yauCRFCmksJMOw7qLw

Haitian Holocost

The earth shook once more

A darker man was taken

Those he loved as well

Anchors set the stage

All the injured hold in place

The reporters cry

Haitians are dying

The news "So Many are Gone"

I did not know them

A child sits starving

My dinner would save her life

I ate half my soup

Blood and death abound

Misery a tv show

Playing every night

I end the horror

With the click of a button

No more CNN

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/3Wa68S71mRBFe8nUEN12ik?si=i4Qbydx9QmuJVibiMUzoNA