A Better Place

A field of grass, grown so tall, one can barely see above
Textures of brown and green gently swaying in the afternoon breeze
As far as the eye can focus, a vast sea opening unto the horizon
Drifting aimlessly in the ebb and flow of another summer
Cutting through, a pale gray line with a faded yellow center stripe
Directing the infrequent traffic either this way or that
Posts driven into the ground so long ago, most no longer remain vertical
Rusty barbed wire stretching from one to the next for mile after mile
A delapitated barn in the distance left for nature’s reclamation
No longer the fuctional centerpiece in this landscape from the past
Now only a temporary reminder of a time soon to be forgotten
Discarded into this wasteland of the heartland of distant memory
Where a few will profit but so many more will resign to remorse
Knowing they could do nothing to stop the great machine of progress
That promised to make this a better world for each of us, one and all


The Evening Swallow

Pick up the pieces shattered like glass
You can’t move on living in the past
Realize it was never meant to last
It happens to us all so they say
The time has come to re-find your way

Just outside, an enchanting song
Familiarity yields an overdue smile
A melody soft and sweet
Haven’t heard its simple grace in such long while

Vulnerability is a must
Allowing a heart again to trust
Finding salvation with love is a must
She is the one, inside your heart you know it
She’ll fly away if you don’t show it

The swallow sings its evening song
A fluttering warble of delicate beauty
As fragile as love itself
Yet ringing through the darkness, setting my heart free

Moving forward by taking a chance
The past is not worth the slightest glance
Though the swallow knows not love or romance
Its song sings of how I should open my heart
Give her my love, ’til death do us part

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

David Bowie

I saw someone asking, and I realized that it’s impossible for me to pick a favorite David Bowie song. He is one of those artists that consumes a sizable section of my music collection. Even picking a favorite album of his, I have a hard time. I can only pick a Bowie era that would be my favorite – that would be his glam rock years. Ziggy Stardust, Diamond Dogs, Hunky Dory, Aladin Sane. Those four albums are my favorite Bowie. That’s as far as I can narrow it down. He was a musical genius and will be soulfully missed.

The Morning Swallow

Moving forward by looking back
Determined to not make the same mistakes again
Feelings come and feelings go
Feelings are all that ever remain in the end

And the swallow sings its morning song
As the dew drops glisten on the lawn
Illuminated by the breaking dawn
He knows not what it is to feel loneliness
Or a heart consumed by emptiness

Keeping safe by keeping it in
Cautiously reserving throws of affection
No more love but no more pain
No more enduring emotional rejection

And the swallow flies into the sky
As a teardrop wanders from my eye
Accompanied by a regretful sigh
He’s off to wherever the winds will take him
Never to feel his heart forsaken

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig