We're all on a road to somewhere.
Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness.
Nothing but rocks and red dust.
The hot desert winds
that flay the skin
… now murmuring,
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken.
Best I finally surrender
upon this alien terrain
the haunted trauma
of a time I’ve tried in vain
. . . to never remember.
Is she
beyond me?
Another love refugee
from behind a veil
upon a prevailing trail
that has led her to flee
My very being
wholly captivated
With me
will she be
totally satiated?
Is she soul free?
Is she emancipated
from the old man
of cruelest slavery?
Down to sleep
their souls to keep
Vulnerable
innocent and meek
Shaken into shock
by grim trauma
that seeps
from a broken gutter
Somewhere below life’s glitter
as mothers weep
innocence shattered
beyond all hope
Watch out now
Take care
Beware
Given enough rope
all things dark and fearful
… into the deep
Like a Rising Stone
~ a voyage of homage
A time for Life,
to seek, to be found.
To feel, and to be touched.
To hear truth.
How sweet the sound.
To taste goodness.
Goodness to be tasted.
To love, and to be loved.
Without the Divine,
the time of your life
. . . truly wasted
Earth to Mars
My husband is missing
deep in cyber space
He was last seen on Mars
Does Elon Musk know
that my X Man
Captain Lex Icon
got there first?
Now I’ve lost all trace!
“Just keep on walking!”
I saw a werewolf
with a hymn book in his hand
prowling around
as he sniffed the ground
from Jonestown to Gaza
He’s that well manicured gent
some say he is heaven sent
I’d like to meet his tailor
You can hear him howling
on your television set
Better not turn it on
Little old lady got bitten
late last night
Werewolves of Religion again
. . . Ooh Ahh
Looking for hidden treasure
in the doing of serious leisure
at the most exotic Coco Mojo bar
As that coral sea
just keeps glistening
in the tropical sun
I’m ordering yet another
mango mojito
whilst listening to Mojo JuJu
singing that native tongue
