Algorythms

Made out of prisms

They cause the schisms

That we see today.

Hey, it was a difficult rhyme - you want it should nake sense as well?

 I'm sittin' on my deck in the Bay

Watching the tide roll away

Watching the ships roll in

And I watch 'em roll away again

I left my home in Grangetown

And headed down to Cardiff Bay

Now I'm sittin' on my deck in the Bay

Wastin time

 Giving Thanks in Old Age

Thanks for indigestion,

Thanks for IBS,

Thanks for the arthritis 

That makes it harder to clean up the mess.

Goodnight

And when the night wafts over me

And my towers fall to sand,

Let them grave these words for me:

"He didn't understand."

My Prayer

Lord of the Lost Ones,

Lighten our darkness;

Lead me to learning

Or lead me astray...

When you can't remember why you did it yesterday,

That's the time to slow down.

And when you can't remember what you were doing yesterday,

That's the time to give up. 

 The daily round of common task, the common growth of Mother Earth, depresses me.

 The daily round of common task, the common growth of Mother Earth, suffices me.

California. Ilfracombe -

Right back where I started Frome.

It all now seems so long ago -

My daddy was a stripper with a medicine show,

My momma was a drummer with the band.

 

If all the world was paper,

And all the seas were ink,

And all my fleas had foul disease -

What would the neighbours think?

 

ЯR

A PHILOSPHICAL POEM

Gin

Helps

AGE AND REGRET

As I get older, I look back on my earlier poems, and regret that I no longer have the creativity to write so well. But then I regret so many things, chief of which is regret.

They left his brain lying bleeding in the dust

And silently rode away

WHY? 

Why do we bother?

Why do we try?

Why do we live?

Why do we die?

 I do not bring light, but a lesser darkness.