roo

what exactly would you do
if you woke up as a kangaroo.
would you find it very hard
to be a marsupial in your
own or someone else's
yard.

going

it is getting harder to remember
jokes slower to arrive
this is as subtle
as a hammer,
pounding.

path

if love were a path
to follow
a street on which
to dwell.
where all could live
in harmony...
only time
will tell.

we are, but

we are,
but
if love were
what drove
the engines
of the world...
what would
we
be.

if life were

if life were a
dream from
which
i did not wish
to rise and shine...
that would be fine.

the sun rises

the sun rises on
those who mourn.
the sun rises
on those who scorn.
the sun rises
on those
loving and whole.

the sun rises on the
hatred
that robs the
haters
of their soul.
the sun rises
on those who cry,
but no longer rises
on those who have
died.
where has gone that innocence
carried in the womb
a heart beating and open
that becomes a tomb.
why do the evil and twisted
prey on anyone they can.
is this what will be the
final legacy of man.

re flex

do you reflect
as you climb.
is your life
more reason
than rhyme.
are you horizontal
in your view.
or does the vertical
get the
better
of
you.