Tricky Trump
Trying to trump
Other players
In the game

Birds fly
In high formation
Above nations
Unknown to them

Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On cats
Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On dogs
Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On trees
Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On lakes
They all seem to take
A higher priority
Than humans
To some people
Some of the time
I always find
This
Upside-down
Order
Of prioritization
Somewhat silly

    Sean Hunt  Oct 22 2016

There is no truth, there is no lie
Just a mind making up
Everything that goes by

You can shimmer,and shine
And climb high
On cloud number nine

Mirrors and smoke, horrors and hope
Mind making up
Everything that goes by

If you don’t like the movie have a glass of wine
It’s mind making up
Everything that goes by

Picaso’s paintings may make you cry
Mind making up
Everything that goes by

When we look into a mirror
There’s nobody there
Still we stop
We stop and we stare

Sean Hunt   Windermere

We will all be forgotten, of this there is no doubt, though we live as if a world without us could not exist.  We grossly over-exaggerate our importance, arrogantly and drastically overestimating our relevance to the orbit of all the planets and galaxies, and living beings surrounding us.

How many years will your memory remain
in the minds of men and women?

Put your self in perspective.  Reflect on how forgettable you are.

Stars and tears all disappear

Sean Hunt

I love it when someone’s in love with me
Love is blind
And they can’t see me
Clearly

I love it when someone’s in love with me
In their glazed eyes
They see a hero
Not the villain I can be

I don’t have to shine my shoes
Or watch my P’s and Q’s
I close my eyes once in a while
Relax, and smile
Lay down on my Lie Low
And watch the river flow

I love it when someone’s in love with me
But only for a while
Then the spell begins to break
They start to treat me like a child
They tell me I have changed
All the rules of the game
I’m not who I used to be
I’m not the one they used to see
Sooner or later I’m told
I to hit the road

No more, no more, no more

       Sean Hunt    Sept 2016

I think this body that I see
Is me
But I know
That my big toe
Is not ‘Me’
And I know
My right knee
Is not the ‘Me’
That I see
And I know
My nose
Is not the ‘Me’
That I see
All the little bits of ‘Me’
Are not ‘Me’

How can this be?


                Sean Hunt        Sept 2016