time will always resist a rewind, no do overs...
it’s a one-shot game, you have to take the shot...

I have paid my dues
a life of privilege, three good meals per day...

the ability to connect and communicate
governors who we are...

without waves the sea becomes a pond
the moon retired...

power is the God of this planet
no immortal benevolent being, to save the day...

siting in the sun on an old done for couch
soaking up a high veld, winters day...

can you not see, when your eyes are closed...

the savagery of man-woman kind, on display
let there be dark in your life...

age inflicts and time bites!
a fine line exists between perception and reality...

we have a type of radar at work within us
some would call it intuition...

addiction kills, it’s just a matter of time
rotten and festering, in the tears of lost hope...

pen and nib, ink well and blotting paper
small boy and short pants...