The ways and means

In moments - Inspiration comes -
Soundless - Dynamic.
And in laziness it passes-
in drunkeness, lost to the haze.
In moments- Life has meaning-
The depth is not identified
But in despair it is lost-
The mind, an abyss
In moments - Bursting love exists-
Showering - briefly like shooting stars
In betrayal-
it is squandered by greed
In the moments - we are rich
But what of it?
We lose the wealth of the land
We are poor in our souls-
For no true touch of those flashing moments -
Find those lost souls
In technology and progress-
Doesn't it seem?
That God takes back the knowledge-
Humanity stole?
In moments- we realize -
Beatniks were right/
Monster Manukind -
Progress is a comfortable disease

Young Riders - Into the Future

Here's to the youths who hear the call

For those not afraid to fall

Young Riders - Into the Future

For those with wicked humour

Rupununi born and bred - 

Farine and tasso fed

The cowboys who know - 

The joy of early morning flow

Sun-kissed dew drops on savannah land

Creaking leather saddles - riding in a band

Racing free under the blazing sun

Wait all year for Rodeo's fun

Rodeo 2018 - we heard you call

And here we stand - cowboys all

Here's to the youths who can see

A Rupununi way to be -

Here's to the young riders

Rodeo 2018's fun providers!

Savannah lines

The city lights do not speak
To me-
Like the Savannah stars do
At midnight-
The buildings tall do not call
To me-
Like the trees that dance
When wind beckons-
The rain-
Gives me no joy
Like your thunderstorm
Vengeful, hopeful-
And your meandering Savannah lines
Let me roam-
Like thoughts never catching
Dancing-
Touching - in a play of chaos