The Killing Of Dreams

When there is - the killing of dreams,

No blood flows; but there are

Loud, piercing and silent screams

When in your head - there's a waging battle,

No one wins; but all the time

Thoughts pull and push and make it rattle

When in your heart - a suicide ensues,

A death; each and every moment

Memories and dreams it does rue.

Dawn From The Car

Ashy red with flecks of grey,

Into the dark sky do stray.

Ghostly trees find a shape,

Losing the good night's drape.

Lights in the village yon,

Still glitter though it's dawn.

On the hill, down the way,

Fleeing dreams float and sway.

On the horizon there is light,

Colours merge, what a sight.

Birds come, specks in the sky,

Out goes the night with a sigh...

A New Religion

Walking is the New religion
No fees and no donation

But you must promise

'n stay away from sugar or cheese

Gear up with tracks and shoes

Learn all the don'ts and dos'

Make sure the shoes do fit

On the culverts do not sit.

If you pray at this altar daily

a new you will sing gaily