The composite of me

The science of my existence
I am told, I am made of carbon, my bones
I am made of the heaven particles and H2O

I am science to be studied
Biology to my organs
Physics to my movement

Now chemistry, chemistry, chemistry  
Is for all sorts, a mixtures of me
Reaction on opposites and attraction

I am made of science
Brittle at certain temperatures, cold
Strong at others, bendy and sentimental

Temperamental at others
Don't go letting me catch fire
I am made of hydrogen too, you know

Precious in diamonds valued on price
Did I say, I was made of diamond
Sorry carbon, was I wrong to say diamond

But between biology, physics and chemistry
I cannot figure out, that which controls my heart
Runs tears and blood in the valleys of me, like streams

I suspect chemistry, tricky chemistry with emotion
Oh, chemistry, chemistry, and my soul you are
My subconscious you are, how so complex you are

The Prodigal Son

Who would answer this door, when I knock 
When I knock, who would answer this door  


Who would sound the bell, blowing horns 
To announce that Dzogbese Lisa is back  


Who would remember my name, statue 
Or any memory of  my social stands that remains  


Would my family house still be by the beach 
Or has the sea long, invaded and captured my lot 


Would I find with ease my way around this hay 
Opening up memories long forgotten to navigate 


Or would the kids and elders around, ask bemused 
Who is Dzogbese Lisa again, never in memories to hold 


Forgotten in statue that stands, broken down 
I once had my name on the lips of all, before forgotten winds 


Who would answer this door, when I knock 
When I knock, who would answer this door 

A stranger now to familiar grounds
Who would answer this door when I knock 

And say, hey welcome Dzogbese Lisa 
You have been missed 

Page love; hey love

Pages hold words lovers ardour 

Words hold meaning they share,  hey love

Meaning holds keys to heart 

How to sweeten the clouds

If it rains, and every umbrella 
Swings wide its span, to capture space  
Trench coats and wellington boats 


Pots of water flood canyons 
Enraged one, with frustration 
By the driver who splashes on ponds 


Misery drawn on the face with drench 
If it rains, and everything gets wet 
And umbrella's forms mask to disguise faces 


And all long for a clement weather 
Look out for the girl with the flower yellow 
And ask her to fly to t' sky to seek word with t' clouds 


Bearing flowers, as gift to please 
To say, to the clouds, hold back your tears, dear 
And do not cry, here is a flower to cheer you up!


How to sweeten the clouds 
Hold back your tears, hold back your tears, dear 
This is how to sweeten the clouds   

A message in a shell

I picked a gem from the floor  

On the beach shoreline, where a thousand  

Waves sang in choir 

They have traveled distance journeys 

To announce with messages they hold 
What the others across the pond did say 

My love stands there waving across with words among 

She said something nice, but too far for my ears to hear

Something good, romantic, something unique 

I picked something precious 

From the beach sand, that held magic 

Allure  of beauty, it came as a parcel to be had 

I picked a shell on the beach 

Placed it close to my delicate ears 

And heard the message my love sent 


She sent a message in a shell 
Something nice, quintessential 
Something about love, in a shell