Transitions

Art is like the wheel; revolving.
As with life; it's all evolving.
Too much trouble, trying to solve
the mysteries that surround me.

And if for a moment, stuck in time,
my views were yours, and your views mine,
would we still search for the signs
of who we were meant to be?

So, continue on and on, we must
repeat mistakes, shake off the dust.
Then get back up, before we rust
as ships sunk in the sea.

With all the things dividing us
It may be hard to focus,
but, try remembering what once was
the world we'd hoped to see....

The Memories Behind Me

I used to work right here.
Or at the plot table in the rear.
It was a feeling held so dear,
which I somehow still recall....

In the recesses of my mind,
there are places where you'll find-
the memories left behind,
are not that far at all...

Pictures in the Rain

Some painters use oil on canvas,
And then they rise to fame.
But I can't paint to save my ass,
So, I take pictures in the rain.....

Nature's Daughter

She's still there
When the birds come for water.
Standing tall and proud
I call her Natures Daughter...

Or.....

She's stood there for some years,
since the day when Sue first bought her.
And though she's never had a name before,
I call her Natures Daughter.

"Waiting" by me

She's waiting
on the pier - there
by the shore.

She's waiting,
like so many
times before.

And when the night falls
she'll hide her pain -
indoors.

But, tomorrow
she'll be back again
once more.

 Wondering,
"What the hell am
I here for?"