Day is bright

Day is bright
Full of light
See the boy
Full of joy

Night is black
Thieves attack
Open the window
And inside go

An empty house
All are out
Thieves take all
Leaving nothing
Big or small

Haven't blogged for a while now.
Just starting again.

Betrayal by brothers

Betrayal by brothers
When fine words mean nothing
All are empty promises
Merely sounds to sing

When teams take it all
And votes will go by bloc
The electors will soon fall
In the traps of the rogue

They told me that there's a kid that's playing with fire

They told me that there's a kid that's playing with fire
And that fire can burn a whole forest down
And that forest was owned by that kid's ancestors
And that kid is going to lose that forest

Some artists that intrigue me nowadays

Their names in no particular order:

Rembrandt

Picasso

Chagall

Matisse

Dali

Whistler

Father's Day Weekend

Up this cheerful morning,
The sun shone on his face.

The night before, I worked
Alone, while he slumbered
In my wife's arms.

His smile makes everything
worth the while.

The future demands work
to guarantee it:
I scramble to find
My footing in this world.

Finances are shot through
Like a leak in a bucket.

I hope to give him
Everything, like what
I got from my dad.