Cave Paintings Fifteen thousand years ago in caves

Cave Paintings

Fifteen thousand years ago in caves -

The fingers of the artists long decayed -

On the walls are paintings. Man the artist!

It's in the soul. The nature of the soul.

The caves will be destroyed, but not forgotten.

The Parthenon. The Sphinx. Can art be gone?

People don't want art. Nor do they have it.

When music was a thing to be enjoyed,

The singers sang like nightingales. And poems

Were things that could be treasured in the mind.

Architecture – sole remaining virgin -

A tower built – to take it all to god.

There are no gods. Neither are there artists.

Many would. But all of them cannot.

Or else there would be art. And there is not.

Hog Tied

To walk with her in public -

An embarrassing disgrace.

Once I had a home until

She commandeered the place.

She eats my food and mocks me.

Without a thing to sell

She'd living very nicely.

And they're serving beer in hell.

He treats me like a brother.

He's gentle and he's nice.

But he's the one who's making

My world her paradise.

Trust

So few friends. So long a life.

A friend who will not hurt me

Even when he can.

A friend who will not go away.

Jay and Gary wouldn't.

A relative I like.

All of them departed.

Tell me whom to trust

When you're old and lonesome.

40 years of silence.

I have been alone.

Tell me can I trust you?
Will you go away?
I'll be here forever.

You will go away.

Jay went back to India.

I wouldn't go along.

And Gary? I abused him

Like an enemy.

And relatives? A Grandpa

I couldn't care about.

The only gentle person

In a family.

And I was told his daughter

Was terrified of him.