A Care Free Walk

A Care Free Walk

By R.e. Taylor

I walk the streets

I can see other people

I know that they have problems

Everyone does

But I do not want to hear them

Honestly, I just don’t care

I do have my own problems

Certainly, I do

I chose to keep them locked away

Instead, I walk the streets

Feeling the warmth of the sun

Savoring the cool Autumn breeze

As I walk I leave my worries behind me

And my mind and heart are as carefree

The same as they were when I was born

A million torments ago

© 2017 Shadowlight Publishing

God's Painting

God’s Painting

I know the day will come

When I will be standing with God

I hope that I can watch him painting

Using just the right colors

Placing them in just the right places

Stroke after stroke after stroke

He knows just which brush to use

To make the picture appear as a miracle

He wants to make his canvas a new reality

A new world of unbelievable beauty

And if I can just see Him apply one stroke

I will know that I am in Heaven

Music In The Mountains

Music In The Mountains

By R.e. Taylor

Just six hours away from home

Hidden in the New South Wales mountains

A place where rock and rap cannot be found

Where guitars, banjoes and Jack are friends

Cowboys and cowgirls walk the street

Looking for the right singer singing the right song

But no one ever has to look too far

Million selling singers play on the streets

And take the time to talk to their fans

There is no other place on Earth

Where money takes a second place

They play for their fans and look for their smiles

And maybe some will be inspired to dance

Tamworth is a whole other world

And I hope that someday I will go

Just to listen to the music, sing along and dance

© 2017 Shadowlight Publishing

Newspaper’s Comeback

Newspaper’s Comeback

At one-time newspapers were king

They were delivered everyday

Thrown by a million boys and girls

Headlines blared across the page

Forcing you to want to read the story

Daily comics and classifies

Coupons inserted every Wednesday

A special way for you to save money

Making them something to look forward to

But that was a generation ago

Now, the news comes twenty-four hours a day

And the news reporters are more important than the news

Brought into the house through TV and computers

Different channels, different sites tell different stories

Some even make up the news they tell you

Maybe someday a child will look at a newspaper

And they will ask what it is

And maybe that child will read it

And maybe print will live again

The Road Less Traveled

The Road Less Traveled

By R.e. Taylor

I never take the popular road

I am just not that kind

If there is a less traveled path

I will take it

If there isn’t one I will make it

Maybe that doesn’t make sense

I might be a little crazy

But there is so much to see

Hidden behind the giant trees

Another world within reach

If you have the nerve to stray

Now, I know this is not for everyone

And I would never expect it to be

But for me it is the way I was raised

And it will be the way I die

Laying in a world no one knows

© 2017 R.e. Taylor

The Reading Girl

The Reading Girl

By R.e. Taylor

She is not a normal girl

She does not like coffee shops

Or shopping for new shoes

She doesn’t talk about her friends

She rarely goes out after work

But she does enjoy discovery

Looking for new worlds and peoples

She loves listening to creativity

And the joy that words can bring

When she goes to lunch

She leaves her world behind

She finds her own place to live\

Alone on a dock in a secluded harbor

She finds the escape she desires

Hidden in the pages of the book she loves

© 2017 R.e. Taylor

You Are My Disease

You Are My Disease

By R.e. Taylor

I have an incurable illness

I have tried to heal

But there is no hope

When I see you it comes back

Ever harder than it was before

My heart beats extra beats

I breathe harder than ever

My love for you is my malady

And I know that I will suffer forever

But I really don’t mind

As long as you keep staying contagious

I will love you

And I promise for as long as I live

That I will never to be cured

© 2017 R.e. Taylor

The Saga Of A Bushranger

The Saga Of A Bushranger

Six hundred banks behind him

A dozen police on his heels

Lawfully hunted for his crimes

He ran into a field

As shots rang out he fell

Killed by thirty pieces of lead

At least that is the story told

The truth is hidden to history

Yet revealed in legends old

Of a man who slept beneath a tree

Shot once while he laid dreaming

His body mutilated by police

Shot thirty more times in his bedroll

Such is the story of bushranger Ben Hall

A criminal murdered in his sleep

Or was he a man who faced justice

At the end of policemen’s rifles

Enjoying My Life

Enjoying My Life

I awaken on a sunny morning

My heart is sad for some reason

Depression fills my soul

I struggle to the bathroom

Finding my medicine cabinet

So many pills of so many colors

One makes me happy

Another makes me sleep

And another does nothing at all

The one I swallow is my magic pill

It creates such a beautiful world

Swirling colors in the sky

Colors never known by artists

I look at the colors as they envelop me

Wrapping me away from the world

In my mind I know that they are not real

They are born from pharmaceutical magic

But at that moment I do not care

I am finally enjoying my life

One Moment

One Moment

One moment

Never meant to happen

Yet always planned for

When two of Olympus’ greatest

Apollo and Selene come together

Meeting above our Earthly plain

To look down on the lands below

Deciding our fate for the year

Whether it will be feast or famine

Whether we will have illness or health

If we will live happy or with grief

No one will notice when they dance

Or if they sing their special song

And that moment they will be long gone

But the decisions will be made

We may never know what they decided

And that may be our blessing

I Will Listen

I Will Listen

I am not going to be polite

I, rather we, don’t have time for that

We have been fighting each other

Like fools who do not know better

You are either stupid children

Throwing yourself down having a tantrum

Or you are a stupid adult

Measuring your penis against the next guy’s

Either way you are an embarrassment

And no one really cares what you think

So just do us all a favor and shut the hell up

After all we are all humans

We are all shades of brown

And we all bleed red

So, put your anger and hatred away

Sit down and think, if you can

And then come and talk to me

I promise I will listen