Upon occasion, dreams become concernsOf topics wrong and rotten and obscene.Our world will turn and churn until it burnsLike potion in a cauldron boiling green.And curséd witches slowly change the airTo gaseous smoky poison, thick and grey.As leaders prey, eyes closed, heads bowed in prayer,The young devolve becoming bleeding clay.Cold mountains crumble, dead from man’s…

Tis sure, it will get better if we tryto breathe and to remember to maintainan attitude of goodly quality.Keep calm and smile and sing to art’s refrain.Or will things stay the same just as they are?No matter how much time and effort spentOur dreams will shift like an unfixéd star.It disappears. We wonder where it…

So young and full of promise they all were.It’s they who ought to be here. Unjust.They walked this troubled earth, a whirlwind blur.And times were changed with just one powerful gust.Some clashed with guns, still others razed with words.Inspired by their gods to fight their wars,They followed leaders like migrating birdsTo their deaths. Now ghosts…

Cacophony of sound is in my bonesSpent days with just myself with which to talk.And feeling lonely makes one feel alone.So down the road I go for a long walk.In search of quiet time and beer to drink,For muses in this silence speak to me.Within a pub, I sit myself to thinkBeside these folk alive…