She is gone

It is a sad day
She is gone
Leaving us all
Never to return
Hearts just burn!

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Dark clouds

Darkness gathering pace
Predicament humanity face
Should we let it rain
Of ignorance and disdain
Vice we all commit
None really submit
Population grows and grows
More seeds that we sow
Keep all these mouths fed
What if weather goes red
Storms and rains never stop
Temperatures randomly drop
Continents face famines
Earthquakes, floods, hurricanes,
Life without predictions
Wipeout lots of nations
Then we listen and heed
When nature done its deed

Rockstar – II

Million hearts beat with my strings
Money comes in bags, groupies cling
life never ordinary, world knows who I am
royalty personafied in rock n roll game
Walk outside with thousand flashes
then suddenly, painfully, destiny crashes,
fate’s theft, Freddy left a beautiful mirage

Drink and religion

Virgin or bloody

Mary went muddy

Damp and floody

How fate was felt

When God spelt

Messenger boy knelt

Rose as messiah

Humanity and stuff

All that guff

a drink is more real

mother chose the deal

you became the son

I will have fun

Vodka’s bottle

Lemon’s throttle

any bar, every hotel

Casino, each motel

My name will be around

And not in vain,

with zealots insane

being sworn in pain

a mere trash can

considered ill to all

when religions eventually fall

I will still be standing

either Damp or floody

Virgin or bloody

Mary the muddy

every drunkard’s buddy

Contentment

happiness exuding the simplest smile
burying unrequited unnecessary complex emotions
life motions, in harmony, at peace, ignoring ignoble happenings

I won’t take tea with you

beautiful tormentor, love of eternity
thousand daggers piercing sanity
evening masses, streets and passes
unnoticed in this deep trance,
can not steal a mole, let alone your soul
certainly unfit for romance
I won’t take tea with you
coffee is another matter, perhaps later,
unable to refuse your charm
association deep harm
will die in a ditch, as an overdosed snitch
and blame squarely lies on you

Trashed, smashed in pieces

listen to a fork on the road,

a dork on the road

a log, was part of a stump,

cut in pieces, left as a rump

million bottles of plastic, rubber dump

thousand refuse sites, garbage jumps

more and more,

more landfill, more to store

future generations,

your future so sore, let’s ignore

this subject so bore,

talk about beauty and glamour

parties and clamour,

for each new product, to throw the old

where, which way, on street,

in what fold, more and more sold

and we are just told,

it is going to be fine,

here is some wine,

I recommend a beautiful place to dine,

they only serve fresh,

any food what is left,

will be not be kept,

goes to a trash

ironic, isn’t it, hash and rehash,

all stories, still they end up in a stash

pilling up, one by one, filing up,

apparently the only reusable

place on this terrain, humble brain

Perhaps one day that become disposable,

human dose-able, with daily intelligence,

throw away your useless thoughts,

apparently they are not polluting,

ignoring what is best,

for next generation and the rest,

we, the self proclaimed lords of this universe,

miserably failing that test,

left in the mouth ignoble taste

Nothing can be undone in haste,

takes time to change behaviours,

million thousands saviours

are required before even first green shoot comes out,

Earth smiles again, the mother who has lost all her

conscientious daughters, valiant sons,

to unnecessary violence and million guns,

can see the revolution, and final resolution to all ills,

annihilation still, being too late, tempting fate’s ironic hand