Teatime

Give all a rest

let your soul have some tea

Deception

It was a sanctuary of activity

days of passing amusement

nights of bright lights

gone were days of scarcity

this our new enlightenment

deception our delight

Get Happy

And so I said to him

in his moment of grief

come on guy get happy

hey man you must be strong

but it was no use

his gaze shot thru me

and tore me down

he was too upset

for my words

to bring him around

so there I was looking up

and feeling down

when I saw his face

and heard him say

hey guy don't be down

come on man

get happy

Reports Denied

 

The beach wet and cold

the men ran and so did I

we knew what to do

the plans were made

laid out within our heads

we ran guns in hand

we fought the movements

in the trees, heard the sound

bursting in the air

we shot at anything there

we had to, it was duty

an obligation they said

we did good 

so many were dead

we were proud

we were scared

we were powerful

we had control

the landing a success

we did it, did it good

then came a crashing

a hidden patrol

dropping us one by one

bombs, fire, guns

we were losing

where was our backing

our mother at sea

to help with anything

there was no escape

the headlines at eight

"Landing reports denied."

Lucky Numbers

Lucky Numbers, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Our number came up in a world of chance
too bad we didn't notice but in looking back

Hard Times

Hard Times, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

What do you do when there's no one around?

Seems paper still has some purpose...

Weaved

Weaved, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

There's always odds and ends to tie up

Bubbles

Bubbles, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

My morning elixir,
robust and strong,
pushes the night away,
and brings the morning on..

all she has left

all she has left, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Yesterday was one of the most uneventful Independence Days in years. It was so overcast all day, that we ended up seeing never any sunshine.

The was scarcely a soul around, and no indication of any type of celebration.  I guess folks just aren't feeling that festive, can't say I blame them.

Who wants to dwell on the loss of freedom? 

Blah blah blah

Blah blah blah, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Pete was proud to be part of the great unwashed in his youth.  A 1960's rebel, who'd proudly protested and helped burn a bank, "Bring down the man!"

His issues are with authority.

He still keeps his mugshot from his arrest framed, though hidden from the general public, and pulls it out from time to time to reminisce.

He claims to be "one of the 99%".

Rising up through the ranks of bureaucracy Pete relishes every opportunity that comes his way to enforce "the rules" and keep the order.  Pushing people around is second nature to him.  His job is to enforce the law or to make it up as he goes along.

Is it any wonder his subordinates call him Peter?

On the wet streets

On the wet streets, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

City turns around when no one is looking
Mother stays busy with sewing and cooking
City turns around when the lights are out
Father stays busy with beer and a TV bout
City turns around while the Pastor preaches
President stays busy with politics and speeches
City turns around while children sleep
Shepherds keep busy tending their sheep
City turns around as the sun sets
Loan sharks keep busy collecting their debts
City turns around as music plays aloud
Police keep busy controlling a restless crowd
City turns around....
While we all face the ground...

Meshed

Meshed, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Sometimes things just fit together...

There goes the hood

There goes the hood, a photo by Damian Gadal on Flickr.

Seems everywhere you turn,
something's falling apart...

Unloading

Sometimes it's good to get things off your chest. Much better than carrying that weight around all the time.

Keeping you in memory

Sacrifices not forgotten.

Under the tree

Where one can take a moment to reflect, and slow the world down.

For the rest of us

Teaching us sacrifice.

It's a different thing

Just reach out and grab it.

Broken Angel

Something that happens as a matter of course.

Problem Solver

On the face of things, the answer seems so simple.