There are those indescribable moments somewhere between coherence and sleep where entrance and exit converge. It is there, somewhere between the depth of my fears and the heights of my imagination that I find a magical intersection of entrance and exit.
    It is that amazing moment when my mind enters the dimension described as a dream yet refuses to exit entirely the realm of consciousness. Substance and shadow dissolve into a prismatic confluence of sight and sound, touch and scent. The relation between mass and velocity melt into a surreal study of physics viewed from the other side of the mirror.
    A fuse comprised of hope and despair, fear and raw courage, burn like a miniature sun; heat and light penetrating cracks that continue to form in the stone set in logic and fact and reality. It is, after all, that indelible burst of emotion that determines with precision that point of intersection . . . where the convergence of entrance and exit coexist.

Don't be feel'n sad
Don't be feel'n mad....
Just reach out....
Get yourself some.....LOVE!

Talk'n 'bout love......
Love all 'round.....

Let love take you
By your heart and by your soul
Let love just come on ahead
Let love take control....

Let love take ya by the hand...
Let love move your feet....
Let love come rushin' on ahead...
Let love find you in your lovers bed...

Let love take you
By your heart and by your soul.....
Let love just come on ahead
Let love take control.....

Stand up....
Reach out......

Get yourself some.....LOVE!

    Captain Morgan's workshop....here it is! As amazing as it is, the really amazing stuff is in the radio room. Rumor has it there've been conversations with space aliens conducted over these wires. Precisely which wires is still something of a mystery.

    For those who've been wondering why I've been so hard to find . . . .now you know! Another amazing invention from the bowels of Captain Morgan's workshop.

The heavy sound of thunder
Echoing down the walls
Somewhere deep in Chago Canyon

Night riders come'n

Fear and trepadation
Coursing through my veins
I ride on
Endlessly and headlong

Night riders come'n on

My eyes peer through the darkness
A moonless night
As I struggle with my fright

Night riders in the sky

Feet the weight of lead
Fleeting thoughts fill my head
A strong sense of dread

Night riders come'n ever closer

A long and silent stare
A hand extended
And an invitation to share

Night riders and me
Sharing a fire
Under the seven tree

Night riders, them and me
Searching, always searching
Sun and wind and rain
Souls enduring years and years of pain

Kindred spirits in an infinite sky
Night riders, them and I