The Ship

The ship has sailed so long, but to what

end? What does age matter, when one hole is

enough to make it sink, to take its life?

Into meaningless directions without

praise and glory, to a

future of uncertainty and little

happiness. It is a mystery.

Song of Us

Kiss my lips

Then strike me down

Be my change

The balancing scale

My life and my death

My love and my hate

Yin and Yang

The rolling tides

Kiss my lips

For good, for bad

We will remain

In eternal dance

Questions

The point has been reached

Will I die, will I survive

Do I really care at all

What happens, will happen

My time has come, or maybe not

Lady time will tell, will she not?

Just wait for the word

Wherever it resides

Should I hide, escape

Should I fight or flee

Questions so many

Yet answers so few

Half-Decent

A half-decent

Medium-sized

Expensive

Rectangle of

Plastic and metal.

A marvel of technology,

According to grandpa.

Me, I’m not so sure.

The Fall

Love, oh love

The highest peak

Warmest of feelings

Truest of meanings

A delicate flower

You fade away

Reality shattered

Snowfall foretold

From high up the heavens

To the depths of hell