A Little Something for My Friends

This is for my friends,
the ones who care.
No need to name names.

You're the people who say
-love, you're all kinds of ok,
and I believe you.

You few, you brave who give
that bit of special attention
that means you heard.

This is for you, my friends,
all around the world,
it's nothing special much.

I don't have money or gold,
but my writing is true -
so this is my thanks,
my I Love You.

Göteborg Streets

On the streets,
people are all equals.
Feet are placed
one at a time
on the ground.
Breaths are taken,
looks avoided
or exchanged.
They may wear
expensive
or tread bare cloth.
But what they've got
is no reflection
upon their souls.
On the street
everyone shows everything
in the corner of their eyes.
Don't need to trade lives
or see smiles.
It's all about the feet
pounding the pavement
every day.
Here we are equal
and everyone
goes on their way.