Deep Cove
In the cool calm morning
I relax
Let my thoughts drift
On the clear water
I relax
Let my thoughts drift
On the clear water
They lap lightly
On the shores of consciousness
Meeting Lenin
Sometimes I sit and think about
The men hist’ry treats with greatness
Often with the best intentions
They philosophize false witness
The men hist’ry treats with greatness
Often with the best intentions
They philosophize false witness
They script the creeds
Direct the deeds
They lead a people
To their fate
Or is it ‘fate’ created?
In a Haze
In a haze of incense
The pilgrims
And the tourists
Come
The pilgrims
And the tourists
Come
To Tibet
In the heart of Beijing
It’s so decreed
By The Party
Places of Tranquility
There are places
Of peace
Of tranquility
Of peace
Of tranquility
Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
Happiness in Kashgar
“Take my picture!”
She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera
“Take my picture!”
Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by
Into the Red Centre
Four wheels
Four cylinders
Four windows
All rolled down
Four cylinders
Four windows
All rolled down
At eighty
Kilometers per hour
4-80 air conditioning
Abandoned
Abandoned
Grey and withering
Under a hot blue sky
Grey and withering
Under a hot blue sky
First glass
Now wood
And the grass grows high
Dubh Linn Gate Après
The Guinness is expensive
But the house lager is not
The bar maids all pretty
In pleated skirts and knee socks
But the house lager is not
The bar maids all pretty
In pleated skirts and knee socks
I come for my friends
For the best band in the town
For the wood and the charm
The best Après around
