So Imagine a place where foundation is love;
there’s no hurry behind you, no pushing and shove.
Where a smile is given sincere as can be,
where the you is accented instead of the me.
Love is All in a place where hate stifles its tongue,
where the tolerant seeds of new growth have begun.
Sowing seeds such as this would produce such a crop
that the bigotry, bashing and slander would stop.
Therefore I Gotta Travel On to find a place
where the toughness of leather is offset with lace.
Such a journey cross country would surely hold worth,
yet I doubt there would be such a place on this Earth.
True are rendezvous points where the motive is lust,
human nature usurping the virtue of trust.
The Hotel California had lasting effect;
yet when one saw the ceiling, one had to reflect.
All the killing and maiming and bloodshed extant;
maybe someday we’ll have seeds of love we can plant.
Yet each day I hear those, being often reproved,
who in stubbornness utter, “We Shall Not Be Moved.”
--Love is All
--Gotta Travel On
--We Shall Not Be Moved