Dispair Stories

When I was young I used to have so much fun Not knowing what part I would have in life's play Happiness is gone. . .I now carry a gun And my thoughts settle about me, like ashes in wet clayI saw John, today, catch a bullet and die He was married, and I think he had a kid Hope they can find time to stop awhile to cry, . . .and remember all of the good things he didJohn died today, and tomorrow I may die Or did I die last w...

5 a.m. Blues Sitting here Clock ticking Tap dripping Fridge buzzing Stomach rumbling Nose freezing Ears twitching When does the peace come blazing in? Sitting here Head aching Phone blinking Birds tweeting Heart thumping Feet freezing Eyes watering When does the gladness zoom into my being? Standing here Body leaning Brain ticking Fingers grasping Kettle boiling Tea brewing Porridge waiting When does is all make sense?