Creeping up from behind
its target it will find
with kaleidoscope light
blocking out all sight
the brain, a freight train
on a poor track full of pain
in full frantic spin around
heavy metal amplified sound
pray it soon will stop
before your eyeballs pop
in throbbing agony weep
hope for oblivion of sleep
There is only one good killer, painkiller. Ha de Gött!
Knocked down, but refusing to stay down. Crooked and gnarled stretches towards the sky. We seek the straight and easy path but the winding and turning makes life, life.
Take that turn and see the adventure, ha de Gött!
It’s Okay to hug an Oak, ha de Gött!
Today should be
birthday twenty three
but it was never meant to be
left in a heartbeat
we are left to meet
memories so bittersweet
To my son, ha de Gött!
winter walk
frosty puffs
long shadows cast
talk of life, walk of life
footprints in the snow
keep pace in the
cold northern wind
on the beach
in our hearts
is summer
Keep cool, be cool, dress warm. Ha de Gött!
Pondering at the pond let the thoughts purl by a creek story snow white synapses bouncing in my skull a line of sense meandering stream across the land mindful deliberation crackles from the ice while the sun struggles to get over the tree line
Keep calm and contemplate, ha de Gött!
Void what it means now I know in my heart a chamber unused mistakes you never make trips you never take songs you never write in my mind no synapses take that route a child so bright a father failed to protect thoughts circling orb keep me awake at night now I know what it means Void
Some boxes are best unopened, ha de Gött!
Alder tree’s around a frozen pond. Sometimes it pays getting off the main road and driving the winding backroads.
A pond is always a good place for pondering, ha de Gött!
flying off like an old seagull blazed in a storm wind the old year disapears leaves nothing but memories of our ups and downs our crashing in the time's ever forward moving windshield left knocked down on the road should we stay down or rise like a bird Phoenix dust off, spread dishevelled wings turn to the winds and soar soar in the bright lights of the oncoming future
Hope 2023 will be a good year but, to quote a Nobel Prize winner, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. Ha de Gött!
I hope you all enjoy a wonderful Christmas.
My gift to you is my son playing Silent Night on classic guitar.
UlleHaddock 