They were always together, almost like one
Joined at the hip some would say
But he let his heart wander for a little while
And when he looked back she’d drifted away.

It was only just for a moment…
Was what he said to his friends
Yet even those who sympathised
Found him typical of just such a trend.

We’re only given one heart of our own
It’s better to share with just one
For the space left behind by his wandering
Gets so painful now the owner has gone.

©Joe Wilson – It was only just for a moment…2017

 

Thin looking, gaunt even
The years on the street
Had not been kind.
He was missing an eye
That he’d lost in a fight
Long, long ago
In country.

Considered himself lucky
So many had gone
Far less came home
To the World.

Soldiers do the bidding
Of political whores
Dying alone
On faraway shores
There are no winners
Only God keeps the scores.

He’d done alright though
For quite a while
He’d worked in a truck stop
Handing out the smile.

Bu the nightmares became
Just too much to bear
So he took to the street
To a life so unfair
Where each meal he ate
Was now stolen or begged
By sitting on the sidewalk
Cap out, cross-legged.

A street tramp he was now
As politicians still talk
They sent him over there
But they don’t walk the walk.

©Joe Wilson – Mercy Street No.4…2017

 

Wet grass
Almost unmowable
Autumn damp
Yet not quite cold.
Leaves not fallen
Few if any
Climate changes
Denied by so many.
Yet lucky are we
The temperate west
While others suffer
But still do their best.
Lives get shattered
Earthquakes destroy
Houses all wrecked
As if they’re a toy.
Nothing gets left
As hurricanes sweep
Barren lands now
Families weep.
Too late the help
Of NGOs came
Nothing for some
Will ever be the same.

©Joe Wilson – Storm clouds…2017

 

 

How long the highways of life can seem
That leave an imprint on your heart
To deal with and then not to succumb
As the heartache breaks you apart.

Mile upon mile we travelled as one
Seeking such joy in a life that shone
And then one day I looked, you were gone
Yet the blacktop painfully carries me on.

So trudge do I my lonely soul
A life alone and joyous free
My memories I do yet control
And while it’s so you’re here with me.

We sat by lakes and hung our feet
In bright clear water warmed by sun
And watched the dawn rise from the east
A life of joy had thus begun.

But now, alone, my thoughts are bleak
You seem to slip so far away
And days now pass when I don’t speak
For what is there now left to say.

©Joe Wilson – The highways of life…2017

 

But yet your heart
Though in your chest
Is beating still
At your behest
You feel it throb
Within your breast
But from the pain
There is no rest.
It’s crush is slow
There is no end
Until the pain
Becomes a friend
For as the days
Blend into one
Those happy moments
All long gone.
The way is there
Alone you’ll be
Resist all love
And stay pain free.

©Joe Wilson – Not my choice…2017