a life with no electricity,
no radios, no TV and no music
blaring in your ears
twenty-four hours a day.
Back to the simple life
going to sleep when you are tied
and getting up when you want to,
work through the hours of daylight
on your own plot of land,
curl up with a good book
when evening calls.
Grow your own food
with no chemicals to help,
greet the morning sun
always with a smile.
Would it be nice to live the simple life
every once and a while.
14 October 2009
Two were terribleand one was great.One had kids running aroundand screaming in your face,scoffing the foodthat was meant for all.The second party,well that was a blast.If the weather hadn’treally turned cold,we could have partiedall night long.Now the third one,which we paid more moneyon than the other two.When we went for our foodan hour and a…
You stand there in black,colours widows wore,staring out at the restless sea,knowing he will come back never more.Everyday I see you thereas I walk along the shore.Oh restless spirit, he is at peace now,in the cradle of the deep.His soul is in heaven waiting for you,yet you are still restless,as your time has passed.You can…
Why is it some liveslive much longer than others?These are questionsfor which there are no answers.Time seems to stretchwhen we dislike what we do,yet it seems to fly bywhen we are enjoying ourselvesand as we get older,we cannot do as muchas we did when we were young.Time is never on our sideno matter what we…
The changing seasons come and gowith strangers rushing to and fro,yet I remain steadfast through allto watch and listen as the seasonscome and linger for a while outside.I am no prisoner being watchful from a cell,just a person by a window sitsand dreams of many lives to leadmuch more adventurous than my own.From cowboy to…
before the stars twinkle in the skya silence befalls allas the sunset streaks across the sky.When the daylight disappearsand night beginswe walk to our secret rendezvouswhere we fall into one another’s armsto steal the night away.The night creatures sing lullabiesuntil the dawn beginsas we sit under the universe of starsand our secret rendezvousbecomes a place…
the no man’s land in front of me.The moon is a hunter’s moonwhere any movement is silhouettedagainst the night sky.I sit and watchfor the clouds across the moonwhen we will get the ordersto climb over the top and chargeto meet the enemy eye to eyenever knowing if you are going to die.You will if you…
