There was thunder

a woman can kill with so much

as a breath of love

a woman can kill with a look

love with an embrace and cry in the shade

a woman can kill with so much

as a gentle touch

feel the coldness of her charm

see that chill in her eyes

the hate when she smiles

still she speaks of love

which she promised

but easily forgot

whatever the reason took her love

it wasn't completely lost

like a disease some of it never leaves

a faint feeling remains disturbing in fact

'cause it doesn't rest

always a stir a movement is there

she knows it all too well it leaves her in despair

'cause strong the hate it's done in passion

'Love' its name

she came in for the kill yet loved so deeply

and couldn't afford it her strengt weakening

close to total surrender, there was 'Thunder'

(c) JR. long ago 1982

Sometimes

 

sometimes we love, sometimes we don't

sometimes there's a clock, we don't look

it has rules, sometimes we accept

somtimes not

sometimes we just don't want to know

when controll knocks at your door

when your freedom hangs in the balance

without a word

when life holds you ransom, a new spirit arrives

with the word go

and ev'rybody has an agenda filled with reasons

yet a freedom must not result in a destruction

some think its the only way, they're not the ones

worried about a freedom where rules pave the way

though we're with our backs against the wall

we remain civil and abide the law

sometimes we love, sometimes we don't

sometimes we believe and sometimes we won't

(c) JR. 2021

The last image autumn left behind

it's just a weeds flower 

in the bud and doen't she look sweet 

when summer leaves and autum gives us

 that last sacred look of that flower tryin' to survive

its ... 

autumn  in the bud

(c) JR photo JR. autumn 2018

There was thunder

a woman can kill
with so much
as a breath of love

a woman can kill
with a look
love with an embrace

cry in the shade
a woman can kill
with so much

as a gentle touch
feel the coldness
of her arms
see the chill in her eyes

the hate when she smiles
still she speaks of love
wich she promissed
but easily forgot

whatever the reason
took her love
it wasn't completely lost
like a disease some of it

never leaves
a faint feelin' remains
disturbin' in fact
'cause it doesn't rest

always a stir
a movement is there
she knows it all too well
it leaves her in despair

'cause strong the hate
it's done in passion
love its name

she came in for the kill
loved so deeply
couldn't afford it

her strenght weakening
close to totall surrender
there was thunder


(c) JR.  2018

We don't touch

we look, an' see what we haven't got
we laugh, but there's no smile in our
laugh 'cause...we don't touch

our days are empty, nights shortly lived
and a lot, we cannot fill them with what
we haven't got...we don't touch

and ev'ry morning is not a new day 'cause
our yesterdays are gone and won't come
again

and when we talk our words are caught
in their hollow silence 'cause... we don't
touch...we're not in love


(c) JR. 2018