Writing by Derek Haines

Hello Friend Credit my account with your friendship, And I will return your change with a smile. For I know we’ll neither overdraw, Once we have stood the test a while. A friendship is always growing, From its early first sown seed. And with the gentle art of caring, It will grow at a steady speed. The want to make your cherished friend, A content and happy soul. Will bring the rich and full rewards, That will be treasured ‘til you’re old. Sometimes there are testing times, When the scales seem to be tipped. And maybe a time to stay tight-lipped. Just hang in there for your true dear friend,

ANGEL OF THE STORM Rolling in like anger, Growling from the North, Seeking out to lash, At the innocence of earth. Charging in with power, Delivered by the Gods, Prepared to vent its wrath, On some poor forgotten sods. And to its wrath, she warns, “Come closer, come closer”, “To the Angel of the Storm”. “I open out my arms, To your fearsome groans, “I am the Angel of the Storm “. “Fill me with your power, Until you are forlorn, Yes, I will dance with you, I am the Angel of the Storm”. The skies clear slowly, Releasing sunshine warm, And back she goes to boredom, The Angel of

The Intensity of Flux The passage of life, as it blunders along, With the constant of change, and fears that belong, To the twists and the turns of each passing day, It just ebbs and it flows as each day rolls away. A vast sea of change with tempests and storms, Followed by calms and fiery red dawns. Never in time will a day ever pass by, When there isn’t a need to smile or cry. In love as in life, or are they one and the same? The flux is intense, as change never goes lame. With breakneck speed, with galloping pace, Is life just a challenge, a simplistic

Restless Restless is the wind, That blows in my mind, Never knowing from where, Or to. Unceasing indecision, Lost in foggy visions, Dreams that last the night, Morning fright. Stability in confusion, Breathing an illusion, A past haunting, A future daunting. The sound on the breeze, Humming with unease, Shivers in my gut, Pain in my heart. Lost in anger and remorse, Never set a course, Hope the fear subsides, I cannot find my stride. Am I the balloon? That escapes the child’s hand, Lost to the sky, Watch the child cry. Decisions seem so easy, Why is my stomach queasy? The doing is the fear, I am holding back