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Monthly Archives: October 2017
Yellow Moon, The Neville Brothers
Yellow moon shining down
on all that lay below,
your gentle rays caress the earth
softening darkness’s hold.
Moving up and moving on
I watch the night mature.
Pondering all your mysteries
as you travel round our sphere. Hansi Riley
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The Long Way Back
Long and Winding Road by Paul McCartney
She holds it in with a smile on her face
as darkness pulls her down.
Emotions in a jumble
but she knows she must be strong.
Can’t let them see inside her
afraid they’ll think her weak.
So until she’s off and all alone
false bravado she must keep.
It wasn’t always like this
a life kept far apart.
She used to have a family
of which she was a part.
But life can take you places
taking others far away.
One moment she was happy
then too quickly, it all changed.
Hopefully she’ll rebuild a life
that she can call her own.
But today she’ll wear
a mask of sorts
and call no place a home.
Hansi Riley
Moonlit Dreams
The night mist dances
slowly, gracefully
over the darkening land.
She knows her job well
and as night deepens
she quickens in her journey.
There is much to do before dawn
on arrival she wastes no time
soothing, calming and inspiring
each to dream their beautiful dreams
and as peaceful slumber arrives
she smiles and swirls away
sharing more of her moonlit dreams.
Hansi Riley
What’s Going On
Gazing at the sky so blue
I see more lines and haze
from all the crazy chemtrails
the world’s begun to ail.
Do we know what they are doing
how bout longtime effects
on our children and water
earth, food and all our pets.
Why would they do this
how is it allowed
with no regulations
on these deadly dripping clouds.
What about the future
and the damage that’s being done
we can’t just sit here silent
cause they’re poisoning everyone! Hansi Riley
Yes chemtrails are real and they have accelerated the spraying night and day. Until we all speak up, it will not stop. http://www.bbc.com/news/health-27904822
Mysteries of the Wind
Up again down again round and round,
whirling, rushing, all over town.
Why the hurry and where’s it bound,
as it swirls, blusters and pushes us around.
Constantly whirling to and fro.
churning the ocean, as it continues to blow.
So what’s it after and why does it run?
Is it chasing the Moon, or just following the Sun.
Hansi Riley
