be seated

Seating made for three looking out over the estuary , Who comes to enjoy the view,
do they come in two's , are they here for the air with its smell of salt water.
Are they here to listen to the tide lapping the shore .
Or do they watch it retreat back to the sea leaving behind the mud and seaweed.
If you sit here for awhile there's sure to be a passerby walking the dog ,
greetings are exchanged the dog comes back for another sniff and is called away .
Now its time to leave as it gets a little chilly if you come late in the day
so the seating made for three keeps a watch over the estuary.

life lines

Board your train take a seat, eyes open, waiting for the movement whats the delay .
Slowly moving forward theres no going back , faster and faster moving on parallel lines.
Houses shops hedgerows trees all either side of the parallel lines.
Making good time traveling on parallel lines
See the shine the glistening shine on the top of the parallel lines.
Feel the roll, hear the rush of the wind as you speed to your destiny.
Into the dark and no sooner back to the light still on parallel lines.
No turning left or right only forwards on parallel lines
Theres nothing in between only sleepers, holding apart the parallel lines.
Leave your seat journey's end walk away look back at parallel lines.
Forward you go walking between your life's own parallel lines.

urban mourning 1 [" reposting" this as another child die this week

Urban sunrise a red glow across a concrete land .
The high rise buildings cast shadows long and wide ,
a figure lays bleeding from a knife fight, slumped against a wall.
Someones child aged fourteen, leader of a gang .
Nearby the homeless sleep unaware of the tragedy .
Cries for help never heard.
Police arrive, its now a crime scene ,the homeless move away.
Across the city newsmen rush to the scene reporting the blood stain
ground now drying in the morning sun.
Streets away a child is born to live and breathe the urban disease.
How long before another tragedy beneath an urban sunrise.

statue of stone

Stone angel an embodiment of our souls, through out the world you can be seen .
Through the ages a symbol of love and peace .
Tell me is it true that those who cause terror across world,
only see you just before taking their own life's
Or will it be the innocent who die while going about their daily life's
Maybe we have all be mislead by your stone innocents.
As the terrorist reigns down upon us with their wickedness .
What are we to believe when we look into stone eyes.