How?

Living in the here,

Living in the now.

Asking myself why?

Asking myself how?

Asking the world,

What did we all do?

To deserve this uncertainty,

To receive this truth.

But she’d answered before asked,

If truth be known.

She answered through fire,

Through hurricanes blown.

Through drought and through flood.

Through overcrowding and spilt blood.

She answered before I asked,

Clearly and understood.

We’re dying in the here,

We’re dying in the now.

And we don’t need to ask why,

For we already know how.

 

What To Write

I sit and ponder what to write,

Something original, something trite?

Something sexual, poems of love?

One thing I know, it’ll be about us.

I write for you, I write for me.

I write of things we’ve felt and seen.

I write our chronicle, our history.

I write of what will come into being.

As I sit I ponder, what tonight?

Who knows what? But I’m certain I’ll write.

 

 

Thoughts

I was thinking today,

About our times near the bay,

Our walks in the woods,

Jeez they felt good.

Remembering long drives,

Into beautiful countryside,

Pizza baked, overdone!

That to me was a new one.

I recalled each hotel,

Each place that we dwelled,

All filled with overwhelming lust,

Each a haven cosseting true love.

And now my thought train,

Move to meeting again,

To the future memories,

That we’ll hold for all eternity.

For I cannot wait,

To again create,

Dreams that come true,

True, real love, with you.

 

Our Children!

Must our children pay a price?

For their ancestor’s mistakes.

Can we not draw a line?

Let them choose their own fate.

Must our children inherit our prejudice?

Our disdain for that not ours.

Can they not decide?

Isn’t that within your power?

Our children I tell you!

You alone must act!

Do not believe all,

Presented from past as fact.

Study the evidence,

Decide for yourselves.

And then and only then,

With wisdom set sail.