All alone in the island lay,
A kid lost and scared to death,
Couldn't blow the spiralling shell,
Because he would have lost his breath.

During a hot day, down on the sand,
Kids were appearing, one by one,
No grown ups amongst them,
Meaning they can have much fun.

But looking down at the ocean,
No one to be seen, a hopeless sight,
Kids have to survive on their own,
Choosing a leader to help them fight.

The terrace, the lagoon, and the palms all were,
A small part of the island that could be seen,
Leaving much to be explored,
To help them survive and stay clean.

Angry Life

I used to be a kid one day,
Angry at why mom cooked veggies,
Angry like a dog in a cage,
Yelling "these pants give me wedgies."

Then there comes the teenage life,
The rose in a stack of flowers,
But mom said I can't go out at night,
Angry again after the lonely hours.

Finally comes the adult life,
Free as a bird in the sky,
But when she threw the ring at me,
I was too angry to even cry.

Now I'm eighty, old, and weak,
Wishing mom was there to say,
"Dinner's ready" but once again,
Today's just an angry day.

The Pedestrian

The cold, dark, silent night,
The neighborhood covered in fright,
The neighbors are watching the cowboys.
Mr.Meads was always right.

Welcome to the land of the dead.
Nothing to be found out, not even a thread.
The streets are long and empty,
Along the sidewalk the lights spread.

Obviously as far as it seems,
Every street is covered in police.
The dark windows give you the creeps,
It's just impossible to walk in peace.

The future is nothing but shame.
The folks' obsessions are way too lame.
There are so many people to blame.
Sigh, forget it they're all the same.