A CHANGE OF MIND

Glad to hear you're successful, wish you all the best,
How am I doing? weeeell,  I just couldn't stand the test.
The needs of so many people, and their important affairs,
To tell you the truth in the end, I just didn't care.
Whether attending a function fit for a king or a queen,
In all honesty, I may as well have been seated in a public latrine.
It's something in the mind or emotions, so I heard them say,
To put it simply, a few nuts and bolts seem to have gone astray.
Things no longer function, just the way they once would,
What I wonder is, with so much so wrong, why I feel so bloody good!

Tushie   1980

SHE SAID

She said,
'In one night I received the gift of a brand new world.
The gift was handed to me, wrapped in a mist of silken cloth.
Letters whispered across the white sound of silk, they said, 'This is yours to keep,
Guard it well'.

I ran from one place to another, to show what has fallen into my hand's.'
Said, 'Look at what I have been given, I can't believe my luck.
They stared at me as if I were mad. And as I looked into their cold, hard eyes,
I feared perhaps I was. But then, my gift gleamed and vibrated such wonderful mystery,
Such marvelous color, and I decided,  I simply would never doubt, the wonder of my gift,'

Tushie     1985

FRIENDS OF MINE

There's a little band of folk, I often go to see,
They make me feel special, sort of proud of me.
There's Dave, delicate as a fairy's web,
And, Rex, fierce in his Indian head dress.

There's Eddy, who touches the earth so lightly, when  he can,
He bubbles with secrets of mirth, he's a natural child man.
There's beautiful Jane, Zoe, and Micheal the angel boy,
These are the people I call, my precious band of joy.

Tushie     1992

ON RETURNING

Leave me your dear smile,

It'll warm the long journey away from you.

Say a soft word, I'll hold it in my heart,

To ward off the dark as I go alone through the night.

When I return, let me find you just the same as before.

Oh yes, and when I return, I'll give back the gifts you gave to me,

When we parted.

Tushie        1992

WORKING THINGS OUT

It's the silent word that baffles me, it always has.
Mind you, I've a store of  throw away smiles, I  inherited from my dad.
But it's the silent words that worry me, put a hole in my gut,
Words  I sense in the minds of some, they scratch, so deep they cut.

These unspoken ghosts smear cement, block ears and eyes,
Put concrete boots on feet, before they can even try,
To lift the weight of poverty, that has settled like a shroud,
Enveloped each and everyone, in their own black cloud.

But my need is huge, it will not go unmet,  and too, my love is great,
So bear with me for a  while, you may find you've an angel for a mate.
First let me clear the disaster, sweep dried, bitter memories away,
Like leaves blown about by an autumn wind, then, I'll be ready for my, summers day.

Tushie   1990

A FRIEND'S THOUGHTS

She Said
'You know, there are days I could lay down and die.
Could gladly think as I walk towards the cliff's edge,
Thank God its over. And yet,

Other days, I'm in heaven and all is well.
Music, poems, colors, flowers, the song of a bird, all fill me with joy.
And then there are the nights, and they are mine,
To live and love in whatever way I wish'.

She said,
'So far, the light has out run the darkness,
I do hope it remains that way'.

Tushie   1991

THE HYPNOTIST

You play me as brilliantly as your violin,
So why don't I hear the melody,
That once winged its way in pulsed vibrations?

Light as the stroke of the artist's brush,
Your finger tips press, tilt and draw the bow,
To curve sound in space.

So why do harmonies now grate?
And the once refined curves, now jar out only discord?
Play purely, harmonies and melodies, with,
sharp and jagged edges?

Tushie   1992