Startled by the sirens, He is heavy on his feet, In a weathered Winter jacket On a sticky Summer street. And the hurried people don’t have time to see. And the happy people wish he were a little more discrete.
Love is a slippery slope, Slippedy sloppedy slide. Love is a haven of hope, Hippedy hoppedy hide.
The Flavour of Fervour
I don’t like the flavour of fervour, It leaves a most turbulent taste, Emotion unleashed is a virulent beast, So much feeling and oh! what a waste.
A hunter never hunting, A fighter slow to fight, A lover tired of loving, A dreaming mind, despite.
Serenity in the city, The eye of a swirling storm. The delicate call of silence Is lost in the moving swarm.
Courage under fire From a deluge of desire With an alcohol infusion Causing arrogant confusion.
Escape or Fly
How will my life end And will it be quick? Will death snuff the candle Or wear down the wick? Will pain be a prison I long to escape Or will I fly freely With love as a cape? Alone but not lonely Awake in a dream, Will I die with a sigh Or a desperate scream?
Who are you...?
Strangers strangers everywhere, Dreams of cosmic dust. There’s the strangers we’re afraid of And the strangers that we trust.
I stood on the brink of remorse Surveying the streams of my youth, But tears never alter their course And time never tarnishes truth.
Tolerance: A fair, objective, And permissive attitude. Permissive! Who grants their permission For contrary thinking? Who fires at vessels Stricken and sinking? Bigotry boggles the mind But only when conscience prevails. Compassion brings calm to the storm, Acceptance gives wind to the sails.