HORIZONS… a poem

areal photography of ocean

Don’t count me in

I’m leaving again

Your horses are dragging me down

Like clouded sun rays

You ruin my days

I don’t want to see you around

But the only way out

And away from your pout

Is for me to go back out to sea

Where the air is much fresher

Without you and your pressure

Just horizons that beckon to me

HORIZONS… a poem

The clouds on the horizon

They never do get near

A fleeting star shoots through the night

Out into the clear

Just beyond my reach again

Just beyond my heart

Maybe on the morrow

I can find a brand new start

If home is where the heart is

It’s where I want to be

Casting doubts and broken promises

Always a part of me

But I’ll keep on dreaming, yes

It’s what I always do

For one day on that horizon

I know that I’ll find you

Humanity… a poem

 
Little old Fiddlebrock Simpsonstien
Wondered the streets alone
He was a simple and quiet old man
His features like toppling stone
No one could understand him
When words did escape his lips
While some would laugh and tilt their heads
Others laid hands on hips
With head hung low like the setting sun
Fiddlebrock heads for home
An appliance box with newspaper floor
Keeps him warm from the fresh falling snow
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