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How Do You Get to Paradise?

by

Homer Wiggins

My mind is drifting off to Havana, Manila and Honolulu too
But my body is stuck here in this concrete jungle that is my home
I'd rather be sitting under a coconut tree feeling the ocean breeze
Instead I am sitting on the bottom step of this dingy high rise apartment
The sound of sirens and gunfire drown out my thoughts of the hum of the sea and little birds singing
How much would it cost me?
And when could I leave?
Tell me, how do you get to Paradise?


This Time It's War

by

Homer Wiggins

I hate myself for not standing my ground.
I let you back me in a corner.
The right words came too late,
and "should have said this and should have said that" mean nothing now.
But you'll come again with your bad self,
and you'll try to shout me down.
Just because I see things in a different light,
doesn't give you the right to drown my voice with hate.

This time, it's war!

Ive been building up my reserves and now I'm loaded for bear.
I've learned to raise my voice because it is as good as yours,
and I am going to be heard.
Enough is enough,
Good will triumph over evil.
Bring your trickery, your scorn and your lies, because,
This time it's war!

When?

by

Homer Wiggins

When did the wind cease to cool down the evening?
I was too busy to recall.
When did the sun refuse to light the day?
I was locked inside for too long.
What became of the flowers that used to bloom?
The bees seem to have taken leave of their duties.
When did we stop caring for our neighbors?
We are too self-centerd to be bothered.
When will we strive for peace in this world?
If not now, then when?