A man of many seasons

on a Sunday morning with the sun out and children at play

a man of many seasons, stares into the distance where silence

is the only thing, that will survive in this wilderness before his eyes

as his mind is wandering back into his younger days, of strife, drive

and its ultimate goals of sacrifice on the road he had taken

where meeting obstacles, rising up to its confrontations

were a way of life, taking him further onto his road to the top

where he would leave his mark, at the finish line and he did

eventually he did arrive, his fortune made, his life complete

with a 'Running mate' by his side, he had done it all, everything

he had set out for to do, it was there before his very eyes

now happiness, can be a way of life, your state of mind

or, 'The love of your life' by your side, living the happy life

but keeping it, maintaining your 'status quo' , is another thing

he didn't reckon on, he got bored, was there nothing more to life

than this to strife for, was this what it was to be, no more

excitement to find or feel

his focus gone, things started to fall apart, his 'Running mate '

jumped ship with the kids, it all ran aground, a ship was wrecked and lost

down an' out, he wondered what went wrong, maybe taking it all for granted

was a mistake he hadn't counted on, a mistake he should never have made

but then again, mistakes are a part of the game, a tool for learning' a tool of

staying ahead of the game, 'cause they always will be there, always waiting

to strike on any given day

and he did learn, lying face down onto the ground, he started getting back up

getting back onto this road, he had started out on and strayed from, much older now

he knew , time was working against him and many battles would have to be fought

getting his business back on track, making it profitable, reliable and strong again

giving what he had worked so hard for, a new reason to stay and it did it found

solid ground, he was back on the road again, now life almost never gives 

second changes, this time it did and the man of many seasons, had learned his lesson

of the mistakes he had made

now looking out from his porch on a Sunday morning, with the sun out and the children at play

into the distance, where silence is the only thing that will survive in the wilderness before his eyes

he knows he has learned the hard way, but he will never stray again, even into his old age, he will

always stay ahead and at the top of his game.

(c) JR. 2023

Born to survive

 we came out of the distance

struggling across some difficult times

and yes, we can take on any attack of any kind

on our metal cast minds, surrounded by those  walls

built to last endless times, drawing  a line protecting our lives 

we were born to survive

nothing can effect us, no cruelty can hurt us

we have a mind of the toughest kind

with it comes living the hard life, in a world

that only takes without any fair shakes

this world it was never meant to be kind

we, we were born to survive

we won't alwys be tough, there's a willl to give

if time changes as it is and seizes being the hard life it gives

 being bred and born this way was the only way 

not going down not giving into rough times

our  mind is set on living and we will walk 

that long road time after time

we were born to survive

(c) JR. 2021 herschreven van uit 1980 

Time the wilderness

 

where are we

we are away from the distance we travelled in

and yes, we have reached our place of choosing

and yes, something is wrong...our future...its gone

we are stuck in the middle of time

and time, as always, has a mind of its own

it won't move, it won't move aside

so...do we know where to go

is it out there will we recognise it

when we come to that wilderness, time is

where our future lies, will we know

and yes, again we are on the road

walking through time

walking along its guiding light

we are out there with a purpose

we are out there with a goal

we are walking the road

where our fame and glory is waiting

but will it be our future when we reach it

will it be waiting

(c) JR. 2021

Love's the name

sometimes
it can be found a moment away
into the distance where a new morning
is waiting, 'cause it likes to play
this ancient game and love's the name

where it is a search into time as nothing is certain
and nothing else remains but the riscs you have to try
in comes that moment of love as it is ready for the taking
and then again sometimes it just won't come out to play

(c) JR. 2020

A lonely road

somewhere, out there someone's waiting
walking down a lonely road he has never
seen or known

and he's looking about him waiting not
seeing the richness in his life, he thinks
it's only pain and sorrow that have arrived

now looking ahead into the distance he sees
something out there, a stir on that lonely road
it's that light of fortune coming his way

it has come to take his pains and sorrows
and turn them away

(c) JR. 2019

On a hot Summers day

on a hot Summer's day

I can hear the steam train whistlin'

down the track disappearin' into the distance

it rolls, rolls an' rolls on belchin'

blowin', spittin' steam, throwin'sparks, thunderin'

through passes, tunnels down slopes, brakin'

in a bend, climbin' ev'rytime a genuine steam train

on the ride 

full of life, spittin' its guts onto 

the track, is all it wants an all it'll ever have

on a hot Summer's day I can hear the steam train

whistlin' down the track disappearin' into the distance

with a lot of smoke, with a lot of noise

with a lot of people goin' where they never went

so desperately wanted to be a special train with

a special reason

on a hot Summer's day it only came once and

never again, on a hot Summer's day the distance

took the train I still dream of ...whislin'down the track

(c) JR. ninetees

I see sunshine

lookin' into the distance
I see a shape vaguely comin' towards me
with each step, it becomes more an' more familiar
an'... I realise what it is

her smile touches my mornin' sky
her eyes lock into mine,,,I see sunshine
an' we talk an' talk, all those things of the past
our thoughts aline...we're fine

somewhere distant...I hear a clock beckoning me, rise
I wake up an' really...I see sunshine

(c) JR. 2018