All that jazz

Moonwalking tarmac mile
smooth feet, broad smile
work doesn’t have to be
full of boredom, stench bile
never paid millions for what I do
admit though, I have got style

Walk

party ended
everyone is gone
another day
another dawn
walking home
on my own
and perhaps
my shadow

War games

warships, prepare!
let battalions through
I feel like invading
a country or two
dubious purpose,
national vices
human suffering
energy crisis
flick of a switch
murdering all
whatever season
summer or fall
a bomb doesn’t know
muslim or jew,
children like animals
butchered, being slew
bullets sprayed
nothing left
hearts crushed
dignity theft
thousand places
war rages on
Noble prize winners
Joke is on
Masters of fate
you ever been cut?
Thrown out of homes
left in a rut
siblings, offspring
dies in front
alive humans
barbecued, burnt
too much pain
we are through
And this is just a
game for you!!!

Blue sky thinking

Where is heaven; in the sky
Hell is fire, and you fry
Love is a desire, a kiss lust
You should do, what you must

Oratory is sombre soft noise
Singing; rhythmic sound and voice
Promises are never ever kept
books are just fabrications apt

Homes, mere adorned caves
Memories, beautiful illusion waves
Mirages and delusions eyes see
Ignore senses, let mind roam free

Really :-)

Children pray
And I say
How about some warm weather kids 🙂

Pink’s departing words

when it left flowers, lips, palms of young hands
giving in, giving up to blood red, it said
that is the colour humanity deserves