for rescue.ink :-D

if they ride into your town
bad guys do not stick around
if cruel you are to pets
some bad you are
going to get
these guys with
tats and bikes
know what they
do not like
so treat your
animals kind
or they will not
be far behind

tanglewould

the road was tangled and paved with stones.
at times we share it, other times we are alone.
do we look forward or at our feet.
it would be so untoward to fall in the peat.
so torn between all this perception
we still need to go in the right direction.

changez

I walked the earth
and felt the grass
as the winds tried hard to pass.
the sun was warm
the sky a light blue
bees in a swarm
as if they knew
a season yearned for
soon to be gone
as fallen leaves
will be walked upon
the summer starts
to enter her sleep
as winters cold
will slowly creep.

memory book - for the children of uganda

how tragic that a people are destroyed
with their lives a virus toyed
and memories do often die
even as remembrance
we often try
a gift to give for generations next
hopefully not by
HIV vexed

shanks mer

i walked one step
then walked two more.
i will not walk
where i was before.
uncharted terrain
a landscape new
from regrets refrain
as i enjoy the view

a lone

do you know what it is like
to be truly alone
if you call yourself up
noone answers the phone?

cicada

i hear the crickets
gently singing their song
they know all too well
just how time moves along.
as our summer ends
so do their lives
time does not unbend
no matter how we strive.
their sounds will grow faint
as the cool breezes blow
an image they paint
as their sounds get so low.
and flutter their wings.
such is the law of things

la bella luna

as the day shifts into night
the moon begins its lonely flight
to stand amongst so many stars
sometimes so bright but always far

a quarter passed

It is a quarter past
How the day went fast
Is there nothing we can do
To make it last?
Just be glad that we are in it
Enjoy every moment
Feel every minute

forsooth

forsooth forsooth
what good is the truth?
politicians abuse it
media sometimes
misuse it
i wonder why anyone tries
when their truth is
turned into lies

mendacious veracity

one man’s lie may be another man’s truth
or a sad goodbye, to a painful sore tooth
we put so much credence into veracity
clinging so hard,with mendacious tenacity
knowing full well that the little white lie
can prevent a hurt, or cause someone to cry
we hold our truths to be self evident
it all depends on what is really meant

gin

as her head turned
a pain she felt.
aghast at the bad cards
she thought she was dealt.
but soon woke up
and opened her eyes
replayed those cards
to her surprise.

will you

will you walk with me
or will you choose to run
will you stand by my side
when the day is done.
will you turn around
to avoid the pain, if i run aground
will you choose the rain?