WHOS NEXT PLEASE

For the next one shall
I know because I decided
Be loved the most truly
No forced emotions involved
Not anymore at least
I know how to love now
Before only a dream
That was harshly shattered
To many shards to count
But now I see so clearly
That the next one will
Be taking the all of me
Of course I know the way
Keep pacing up and down
Bouncing balls not counting
Re-visiting what was
Thoughts of nothing true
Yet that is the answer
To what I think I lost
A spark is ignited
For I have only gained
A knowledge knew to me
Perhaps there was a reason
For living life so blind

SEE MY POINT

Visibility equates to nothing
but harsh vulnerability
some vision that
don`t you think ?

Ok , heres another very
similiar thought , the
soldier that was seen
is the one that the

bullet caught. And how
about the blind , i ponder
no vision there , but also no

real doubt about just
exactly who is the
most vulnerable !

ANYTHING

Out so late thats its quite
very early,couldnt begin to
explain why, cannot decipher
how I arrived, somebody
somwhere will be
very surprised.

Fisherman walking briskly,
avoiding the cracks, doesn`t
notice me through beer
stained eyes, why do i see
him and even care, because
I`m the one who`s not here.

A brief hint of memory I
remember I had, nothing
substantial or opaque will
come through , seagulls
above are targeting me ,
now i recall, i am a tree.

HELLO

Here i am , the real me
Versatile , creative
Thankfully

Where was i before
Unsure , unknown
Wastefully

Awoken by forceful reality
Shattering, enlightening
Stupifyingly

Choices remain openly free
Reminisce, progress
Harmoniously.

ISOLATION

A comment to throw
From destination
Once only imagined
Not even registerted
By the voice
Who created
Led to a bombshell
Gunpowder sown
Already waiting
Ambitionless phrase
Born in paradise
Indian petals
Turned out
Almost exact
In its own way
Thoughts of isolation
With my perfect
Not mutually
Final recognition
Mine excluded
Action stations
Its the only way
Use your emotions
Can only acheive
Not in a resort
Nor in make believe

PATHWAYS

There were stones, sizeable stones
Of a volume to balance on at least
How many can not be predicted
Enough to construct pathways
A reasonable amount then
Perhaps , but maybe not
Depends on the length
And where it may lead
Tough desicions, easy choices
Jagged rocks, polished stones
Ruin or salvation
Pathways left or right
Light of the day
Dark of the night
Where would you really
Like that to be
Close your eyes
Now you can see.

HEY AND WHY

Hey hey hey , come hither and hear
about a market town, so pretty and clear
a tranquil haven, where poets pose
its anything goes for a man of prose

The woodcarvers son, serves you a beer
raise your glass for its time to cheer
a Welsh filly or an English rose
fulfill your dreams ,dismiss your woes

The place to frequent, for a pint of relief
a house on the corner, they call The Wheatsheaf
a famous line from a certain lord
this is what he once guffawed

"Wine , women , mirth and laughter
its here right now and everyday after
but thats not all ,there is so much more
to taste and sample , and simply adore

The black mountains stand, so proud and sure
soldiers on guard, now and evermore
their treasure laid out down in the Wye Valley
the quaintest version of Tin pan alley

Yiu should get to know every street
like old Samuel Evans on his postmans beat
the famous Black Lion, with its scrumtious fayre
the thursday market and Memorial Square

The woodcarvers daughter, they call her jas
the sparkle , the glitter, the razzmatazz
she lives in Powys and Herefordshire
a testament to her mother,one i hold dear

Alas there is a station no more
they last closed the door in 64
but like the waters that flow along Dilais Brook
you will get there somehow , by hook or by crook

I`ve saved the last for the best of all
the world reknowned `Hay Literary Festival`
they come from near and from afar
for ten days of frolics, strange and bizarre

The town clock is the test of time
a symbol for students of verse and rhyme
so if it appeals its called `Hay-on-Wye`
why why why , dont you give it a try