Joe's Slate

 Draw out the arrow of lamentation However painful it may be It doesn't matter to the raven Where it kith or kin may be. Choose today, I implore you all Whether to be wiser than the crow Or succumb as grief makes you fall.

  The little boy with his tousled, curly locks Revelling in his throne of big and small rocks; Underneath his eternally closed lips, A pair of pearly whites with a little dip. Droops over my entrance His rations, depends upon emotions and the heavens Gawking at the floral parade outside Rules don't apply to him, nor does he abide. A vehement little thing he is Draped only with what used to be a white overall There is no sound from him, not even a guffaw. The so called 'throne' he has made Is his only pride and joy; During downpour and dark He takes shelter with all the creatures of Noah's ark. The brevity of human life He never fails to defy Not a care in the world, not a sacrifice Not worried about his strength or his vice. No one goes near this little boy And he thinks it is better that way His only pride and joy The little brats might splay. This pathetic little boy Guards the street at night Aware of every scream and blight.

  She's been to almost every part of the world Around the world in 80 years This is my prediction, mark my word It's her birthday now, give three cheers A whole lot artistic A little bit sarcastic  Her way of thinking a tad bit ballistic The intention, I believe is sadistic Burying her head inside books And not much of a talker Judging by her looks And not much of a walker A soft spot she holds For all creatures great and small When annoyed, her tongue she lolls Always never ready for a brawl She's been to almost every part of the world Around the world in 80 years This is my prediction, mark my word It's her birthday now, give three cheers

  Displaced communities in a displaced land Their very origins, unbeknownst The arrogance and ego of man But at what cost The divine forces at work here Something to respect and something to fear Too powerful for man to combat Nature finally taking back the habitat Only a few extra drops of rain And more than hundreds get slain It can cause such a catastrophe When we witness such a diastrophe What else can we do but sit and watch And pray that nature doesn't turn it up a notch.

  Flying faster than any bird A concept which is the most absurd More precious than gold or myrrh Unpredictable by prophet or seer Second, millisecond, nanosecond Not something mere mortals can beckon Wasting it is a sin unforgivable Its expense and value is always so palpable Not something physical but holds great weight Either you're too early or you're too late Time is relative a great once told One by one just watch the events unfold The one thing unaltered by mankind Can't go forward and can't go behind Sweet, sour and hard just like lime It's just something that we humans call time

  A few years is all it is Then we fall into a never ending abyss Only a few to tell our story Our final moments happy, sad or gory Only our names remembered All our ties with the world forever severed Why hold on then,  Just float away in a far off dren The people you've made memories with Not all of it was just filth Your deeds, euphoric and sober Decide where you go after you cross over Some want to go to Mars I just want to be with Him among the stars