Sometimes

Sometimes

the times are troubled and out of line

and these times they're the times all about the lies

sometimes

when there's no peace in the valleys of our minds

speech will become the prison of a restricted time

and conversations wil be in a plain spoken tongue

filled with the poisen of the unjustified

and meaningless talk will become the correct way

of dealing with the free word caught up in the dominance

of the incorrect mind

and sometimes in the end a new truth of the untruthful will come

and some will think and say that's just fine

(c) JR. 2022

My Place

I know, this is where I'll die
somethin' tells me, this place
I found

will be where I'll end my life
it's a beautifull place, so peacefull
it has no lies

as far as I can see, this place, it will
be true to me, it's what I want this
place

is something, like a fantasy or more
a wish to rest my weary bones, to get
away from the world

let it leave me, near a dyin' fire, wine
flowin' close to an early morning where
birds can sing

an' noise is in retreat, my place as it is
is not much but mine to live, as long
as I can

it will protect me, shelter me from an
aging storm, that will get to me when
I'm ready

yet, 'till I die, I will live in such a way
it will drive 'Man' insane, in a surge
I will take it all

an' finally when I drop, I will whisper
under my breath: 'it wasn't all that bad'
in a beautifull place

so peacfull it has no lies, this place
true to me, is what I wanted, my need
to have

where I took a last stand, I did it well
nobody knew, 'till I fell, in this beautifull
place

so true to me, and under my breath I'll
whisper, ' it was my need to  have those
walls around me

'My Place', as it stands

(c) JR. 1985