WHISPERS IN THE TWILIGHT

do ya remember,
how the sugar maples left whispers
in the eastern twilight,
on a summer night,
where the leaves
kissed the window
in the meanings
w her july pretty girl eyes
in the chillin dusk blue
swayin in the sways,
gettin to sparklin with her hypnotic –
get me into her blue flame blues
in all the smotherings
side by side –
like a hot sauce in her all out fondue?!

EYES IN A FIX

dazed in the forever
wherever devours,
catch me in the daybreak,
after a hustlin sippin nightbreak
in the big easy,
completely, deeply, beady,
in a gotta be,
hangin in her party
hand in hand
in conversations so mardi,
where the two of us,
clicked glasses in passions grenadine –
new orleans style,
in the bacardi mix,
n sippin it up
in a hurricane blitz.

THE FACTORY REVITALIZED

long ago, the factory
was constructed
with a desire to succeed.
the years went by,
and inside the building
became so very quiet,
while locks kept everything out.
the outside frame,
in a community thriving
all around seemed out of place,
like a stray sheep in the pasture.
after time, an interest began to take place
on the inside, and began the long process
for a new venture
to take place on the outside.
a complete overhaul
in the communications
of defined goals
with a vision for the future.
slowly it began to take shape,
like a spreading peacock.
its success is merely a review
of humble beginnings
on this very page.

UNDER N ORANGE MOON

it’z a tang with a bang,
in a heartfelt prayer
arched over the open fire
in the rose-reds
under the big orange
tennessee dreamsicle shine,
in a c’mon mixin
big o’ bonfire,
where the hot lines,
live n dies
for her all out shines
in an ole smokey ever drippin it clear
hangin in the moonlight,
n leavin it all to peachy bellini
in gettin to her lips
all so happenin in a shiners paradise.

GETTIN DOWN ALL NIGHT

it’z a gettin down,
carryin the evenin, drippin,
n a smokin in her firelights
sky high brights
into the night
leavin a whisperin in the palms,
oh, so, floridian in breezin seas.

take it all around
in songs of sound,
stripped to bare ground
in back seat speakers swoon surrounds.

it’z a hittin towns,
carryin the evenin, trippin
n shhmokin in her songs higher meltdowns
in her sparklin gowns
into the night
leavin a whisperin in the palms,
oh, so, floridian in the squeezin keys.

take it all around
in songs of sound,
stripped to bare ground
in back seat speakers moon surrounds.

“HOPE” RO ROCKWELL OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO

a small review of the video and it’s two fold. the lyrics are in the contrasts of inside and outside. ya can’t rely on temporary fixes in addictions for love. one has to retreat and heal and then the centerpiece of love will emerge with passion coming from inside your heart for a two fold long lasting relationship.