Welcome Euthanasia

He sleeps now soundlessly
silently,
half breathing

Relatives watch over him calmly
having been given a verdict
Euthanasia has been welcomed
with passion

still he breathes
how long will such a one
prolong pain and grief
relatives become sleepless
in pain he sinks
Deep

I was just in the toilet checking my Poo
As at my age this is what you should do
Damn phone fell down the loo.

Wrapped it in rice that was very nice
Until the whole lot went into the oven
The Mrs thought I was helping make a pudding

Phone you were supposed to be smart
Trouble and strife thought it was nice
That I started to make a pudding with rice.

Today I took it to have a new glass put in,
I should have put the damn thing in the bin,
Seventy pounds it cost me this afternoon.

What is an hour?
For most it's sixty minutes,
Churchill called the Darkest Hour,
the span of 363 days,
while Britain peered cross the channel in a daze.
The Empire facing the Axis alone,
until the Axis tested the Soviet's stone.
Attack divided,
relief provided.
That Darkest Hour would be one worth losing.
As to the contemporaneous loss of an hour,
I'm too busy,
I want it back.

On a western slope,
intertwined like rope,
snake like lovers aroused,
worn from being exposed.

These relics of the past,
loosing their grasp,
as lateral shoots are shed,
like tangled thread, that's dead.

But the tree stands firm,
in it's monolith dream,
from old forest spirits,
of Mother Nature, pristine.

With the dark sages of the forest,
from the top to the lowest,
increase in height,
as you ascend the flight.

Forming wondering staircases,
from their tree trunk bases.

Iris
Royalty
Faith and valor

Iris
The Heaven's
Bridge to the Earth

Iris
A lady
In Sunku form

Rebel child
Something wild
Hard to forget

Failure to comply
Wrong in his eye
Stupid little bitch

Can’t you change
Isn’t it strange
Left behind

tick-tock tick-tock running out of time,
tick-tock tick-tock life is slowly drifting by,
tick-tock tick-tock pounding in my head,
tick-tock no time left,

stuck on repeat,
tick-tock a steady beat,
tick-tock here we go again,
tick-tock tick-tock it never ends,

time is a bell ringing in my ear,
it's a repeated tick-tock i can always hear,
it's a constant reminder of the time,
we have to live before we die,

Sitting alone on this cold day
in a chair on the back deck
watching chill wind make trees sway
Muse almost forms....what the heck?

In my pocket buzzes my cell phone
just as I put pen to page
(now days we're never quite alone)
I crumple up an empty page.

Put the phone up to my ear
since the call Might have some import
and then what is it I hear?
A robo-call from some resort!

This mind petrifies and engages me
Thoughts of what was and what could be
Sharp days with clarity my friend
Bad days that feel like they’ll never end

Everybody sees a different mask

Can this lucidity stay a bit longer?
It’s holding my heart up
And leaves good thoughts to ponder
Simplicity let’s me know it’s okay to be lead off track
It guides me back to the moment that I should be living in
And holds my hand while I jump right in
Go ahead, say what you need to say, it doesn’t matter what they think anyways

Having a link beyond others graves
Digit temporary curtailed his killing ways
It would be easy to carry on later you know
an appointment with like friends just to show

A beach party he had for them to attend
From Washington he flew in great haste
Canoe Island lodge seemed to be the place
In the middle of the moons last phase.
Just enough light for them to graze.