Death is inevitable
Choosing when is not
Launching from the shore
Place the oar deep into our regrets
Haul away from lifes spinning current

Death is something to earn
Justify your parents joy each day
Explore those eddies in your travelling feet
Take the hand of your rudder
Placing certainty in the direction of travel

Death is not an end but a staging post of a earthly pontoon
Experience lifes engulfing tributaries first
Find your anchorage for each night and day
Caulk the small cracks that appear daily before you explore a watery bed
Leave no small seepage pass unaccounted

No day deserves to exist without your helping hand
Bravery is making this world what it is with your presence

Once where I sat
Sitting on a park bench
many years ago
I enjoyed the company
friends for ever more

Their memories are fading
They never saw me looking back
Guitar in hand
Voice in tune
I dreamed of never growing up

Here within the spider’s trap
I pirouetted and dangled like a bat
Suffering the adrenaline of great explorers
When I reached the summit
The smog pierced my lungs

I moved on down the weary track
Reaching my band stand
Notes flowed through my fingers
Kept me sane

Now its time to move forward
And close mémoire diary

Within the line of an actors voice
Heed the melting ear
A butterfly alights on each word
Silence transforms make up to a vivid glow

The weight of Putin
Leans heavily against
The lines of fire and water

With gratitude caterpillars
Rush to Ukraine
To take the strain

Butterflies will face down
Barbarisms true face
Headstones marking a war of contrition

A bullet of misgiving
A bullet of defiance
A bullet of repent

How it would be good to sleep like a cat
Snuggling up to a companion
Lost in a world so deep
Where no little earthquake will awaken a dreaming spirit
Claws dig deep
Not a flicker of emotion
Devotion to the climaxed execution