we are all in gods hands

who am i

to try

and decide

who should die?

we are not in charge

of this planet at large

we are all in gods hands

forever and ever amen

peace and peace again

unto all my kin

peace unto us all

trying to stand tall

A Languid Creeping Sleep

in the darkest night

there is a light

but not for the bold

is this cold

true winters heart

takes life without alert

a languid creeping sleep

a dream eternally deep

then a dawn awakens

all around, life quickens

times ten new songs unfurl

times twenty new souls uncurl

they love us without fail

if only they could stay

to grace us with love every day

their simple joy

at being rejoined

we make space in our hearts

and from the start

they love us without fail

a friend eternal

go in love my gentle friend

and know that i do send

all my gratitude and joy

with you forevermore

to consume more and more

 "Rape, Murder, its just a shot away" -Gimme Shelter, Rolling Stones

Make Love, Not War

so the mouse does roar

a safe place, enough to eat

lost in a world of massive feet

the fire leaves nothing to share

and it will always dare

to consume more and more

desperate and pitiless troubadour

be a light that illuminates

be a path that tolerates

be a joy that is shared

be a dream that is dared

trod upon grows robust

its not enough to hate

they must also dominate

'fear us' they cry

behind their guns they hide

soon life will roll on

up becomes down

trod upon grows robust

battered knocks off the rust

flames rise again

there is another friend

a new beginning

to another ending

 

we need to eat more than just gold

when the factories fail

and the ships dont sail

when the lines stop

and nothing is bought

when the offices grow dark

then will we mark

we need to eat more than just gold

if we ever truly intend to grow old

poets since time began

will remind you again and again

greed is not the way of life

it is the way of only strife