communal kitchen double sink
group prayers peace maker
late nights get one to think
since they got to share an acre
who wants to be alone
gets referral from the gp
padded room of their own
surroundings a little creepy
make no judgement on the go
there is rarely one to blame
for a sold out magic show
brought the trickster fame
Poem ‘Community’ read by the author.
blurry old glasses
speed signs hard to tell
countryside quickly passes
road that leads to hell
coffee helps only wee bit
to brighten the light of day
one has to believe it
or know how to pray
to drive the roads less travelled
might be a smarter way
old threads to be unraveled
new horizons come to play
black computer keyboard
the vehicle of choice
typing not to be bored
by chatter of the inner voice
Poem ‘The Drive’ read by the author.
so you say you don’t care
the answer I hear a lot
what about your sanity
when I lose the plot
you say you don’t care
then ask me what’s the matter
when I throw a tantrum
plates and glass then shatter
when I ask you questions
you said it many times
our persistent beliefs
are like stingy crimes
then open your mind
into the world of caring
let’s live happily ever after
minds and hearts sharing
now wait no longer for the day
that brings us that much pleasure
give a damn or give a f-ck
just pick one at your leisure
swirling tornado
nimble and savage
robust and bold
raw energy
fierce motion
tireless
out and in its core
mirrors of sand
liquid imagery
vanity on the move
fantasy of security
just a mirage
Poem ‘Mirrors of Sand’ read by the author.
