Theatre
January 20, 2010
Wear a touch of compassion
like the latest fashion
never let it get out of date
Dare to take off mask
breathe in deep and then ask
to sign out of the theatre of hate.
D.Hinson
Jan 2010
Madness/More Madness
January 9, 2010
Madness
Some brush it under the carpet
or try to lock it away
but it breeds within our human genes
madness is here to stay.
Madness smolders slowly
in packs of burnt out cigarettes
some drink to drown madness
but then fill up with regrets
Some people will pay out millions
to search for sense inside their heads
I saw madness sleep with sanity
in Tracey’s unmade bed.
You cannot lock it out
when you know it’s waiting there
behind every cracked reflecton
the eyes of madness stare.
More Madness
It’s madness to waste money
but we do it every day
while some fight to survive
some just waste away.
Some think it is pure madness
to buy organic meat
when factory farms are full
of cheaper hen pecked treats.
Wars are fueled on madness
and the lies of politicians.
Madness lurks in factories
fired up with ammunition.
Madness walks in corridors of power
paying lawyers by the hour.
In so many cases the victims pay
madness watched criminals walk away.
It’s hard to stay sane in a world full of insanity
I’m off to scatter seeds of madness for humanity.
D.Hinson
Jan 2010
Torn ~ Butterfly Woman
January 1, 2010
He flits from flower to flower
devouring their delicacies
until his appetite is satisfied
She lies wrapped in a silk cacoon
waiting for the warmth
of the spring sun to emerge.
The silver tongued beast
carved a well worn path
into her hibernating heart
Awakening her inhibitions
exposing her to the elements
vulnerable to the world.
She feels the sap rise slowy
but summer is an ancient myth
wrapped in history’s damp pages.
Free to follow the sun
which may shrivel her dreams
or set fire to herdesires.
The symphony of raindrops
drown her fondest memories
in the swirling, swollen river.
Torn between the world
of the silver tongued beast
clothed in darkening skies
or leaping into the blank pages
where new worlds are crashing
on beckoning summer shores.
D.Hinson
Jan10
