Whatever

Holy moly!
Its Mister Bowley.
Where's the goalie?
He's in the net.
If you can you score without an oar,
Then pray for rain
The kind that doesn't stain.
If you can't see it,
Pray for pain.
It's the only feeling that might feel.
It will grab you when
You take a pill.
There will be no salvation,
Only questions.
Look upward and outward.
The stars beckon.
Eternity calls
The call - so small.
You might not hear it.
Eternity calls.

Fate

Failure is a tailor
Who forgets
To sew on the buttons.
Hope is faint
When the sun sets
And you are floating
In the middle of the ocean.
Fate is what happens
When the unexpected
Turns your life
To rust.
Failure is what happens
When you try to try
And it goes too far.
Life is strange
For all of us.
Strange.
So strange.

People

Watching people.
Its quite a sight.
Most of them are white.
Some are a fright.
Very few reflect the light.
Those who are full of life
Mostly meander,
Back and forth.
With purpose - it seems.
But where?
To nowhere.
Children and women.
Men and police.
Dudes who are rude.
Lots of dogs - on leashes.
Coloured toenails.
There is no meaning.
No meaning.
Help!

Travelling

Sitting at the rail station.
Watching trains go by until my train
Rolls to a stop.
So I jump on,
Walk down the aisle,
Accidentally hit a guy,
With my heavy backpack
Which was on my back.
I say sorry and find an empty seat.
The train pulls out.
I see a cow,
Way out there.
As we go by.
I see lots of cows.
I'm in Europe.
Travelling.

Pass It Forward

If wishes were stones,
And hopes were glass.
Then all our desires
Would end in a blast.
We'd shatter our futures
For times present, not past.
We'd realize that moments
Are beauty encased in sunshine,
In blue skies,
In thunderstorms,
In love,
In companionship,
In belief,
In the excitement of being alive,
In love of others,
In love of all
And in love of our children,
And all children,
In all of their innocence
With care and feeling.
The future begins.

Goodness

Life that is beautiful
In so many ways.
Life that is horried
Where beauty reigns.
God plays with you.
God tricks and tries.
God teaches the secrets of life.
Ignorant.
The love of our souls?
The few who don't win or lose.
The good die young?
Where there is no good.

Who cares?

Men who get depression.
S0?
Sometime or somewhere.
Men die,
Like mice.
Mice who get depression.
Don't know about dying.
Their souls stripped bare.
What's the fare?
Enough to care.
To fix the problem.
Or is it just another money making day?
Play or pay.
Who cares?
Who really cares.

So?

Deep down
   Deeper down
      Down deep
         Deep deep.
            Frown.
                So very down.
Where does it lead?
Down.
Being.
Just being.
Lucky to be here.
Ruthless to one another.
Terrible  to others,
To those we know and those we don't, know.
So deep.
Meaning nothing in the scheme.
Unless you believe.

Purdy

Pretty girls,
Old and small.
Young and tall.
Teens and mothers.
Smiling all.
In company of friends and lovers
And babies with water bottles.
In the sun.
Delight.
Might the sight be a ruse?
And not an image at all.

Majesty

Major mallard floating.
Marine marinade.
Pigeons, pelicans swooping
Into open mouths.
Foods' desire tackling little pieces of flotsam.
Drifting by the docks,
Flocks of screaming geese.
They know no shame as the lift themselves up high.
On wings, they form their noble V.
To scan the unknown,
Before and after.
They fly home,
While hawks hide somewhere,
Holding back their cry.

Terrible Music

How can beautiful be love  made terrible?
How can noble and aesthete become obnoxious?
Base.
How can bad be transformed to worse?
Scream.
How can guitar music, well played, become debate?
Cry.
Sink to an abysmal depth of nauseous canker.
Rank.
Come the The Island on a hot sunny Sunday.
Hear the driveling busker.
And you will know.