Everyday Life

The Horny Horns played funkadelic as the sound of
trombone, sax and trumpet rent the air
There within the music, minds travelled
to where beats of soul echoed through the psyche

Always in the groove giv…

Could it be
that the anger we feel
towards life
is a knowing in our spirit
telling us
that all is not right…?

If dusk mayhap should find you
On the road ’ere it gets dark,
And owls hoot more often
Than warbles the meadow lark
And up ahead, before you creeps
A cloying and deepening fog
You know you must be brave …

I pray there may be peace,
for the souls of the long unsettled

The knocking noise your tongue makes
Pauses of the silence, spit-back to open a weary insessant scapula bite
Riding a nightmare of twin razors-your refusal to sleep
A glass artifical lake lapping at an …

cause an ache for what was

Sink not into fear
Though all may cause you to tear
Sink not into shame
Though darkness claim
To be your blanket
Your comfort
Rise to the light
Rise to love
You have only one thing to fear
It is to not dazzle…

Just a thought that is directed at no one in particular, only most. Suffice to say if the shoe fits…

All day I’ve been reading pick ‘n’ paste posts about the bravery of those …

Well, everyone,
I have been contemplating the existence of my account here, on RB…..
and, I really don’t spend enough time here anymore.
I feel like a ghost, coming around and viewing,
when y…

Think of the indications. All my life, and I am now sixty, I have been aware through school, the media, etc. of the very serious overpopulation problem. If I’m not mistaken, in my lifetime alon…

…society will nourish
or kill the monster.

The music of my broken heart
Keeps playing in my mind
The bow drawn across the
Strings
As the violin reveals my pain
And the love he left behind
Sweet tortured melancholy
Sound
That swells within these walls…

I’m sitting in a colourful cafe on Queen Street…

And hold my head in palm spring hands.
Withered, dying and doth my mortal soul sigh,
Take me, wherever thou go in heavenly lands.

From closing eye’s, I tak…

Ballet trails thou dance, art gleeful evermore shoes
Dancing upon gliding softly sands and diamond toes.
I hath emotion sores! O’ kindred spirit amuse.
Watch for words silver for I hath written pr…

My heart enraged by love’s kept so far.
Anger manifests O’ compassion tides of woe
Come my fair maiden, be art rosemary star.
Enthralled Was I, my fellow jesters in her glow.

And as I, bite …

Pay the piper. Odious O’ squire’s estate in thought,
Sing! Sing to us, my fellow cheek queen
And make’th Natalie blush. For what hath bought,
Go now Jester, for thou repugnance fresh; …