Here I go again.
Once more I write
what comes to my
mind, as I try
to bring forth thoughts,
from the deepest past.
Thoughts from long ago,
that I no longer can
recall or see,
when I peer back,
into my cluttered mind.
I hope this writing
of my thoughts
will keep coming,
so that very soon
I will recall
those thoughts and memories
that I can embellish
and find the time,
for thee. Fine tune is
a broad term that
I hope to convey,
when all my thoughts
remain or stay
to explain to you
what I always must
of all this random
wordly dust.

Blow ye hard, wind of mine.
Rid this nation of hate entwine.
Flee from here, you shameful man,
Inciting divisions as only you can.

Accept not the blame for your act.
Keep up your lies, untruth and fact.
Run this Fall, if you must.
How to do when there is no trust?

Let all the citizens; let them see
The full extent of your own hypocrisy.
Run for re-election and when you fail,
Perhaps the next place is Federal jail.

Down the path, like a runaway car,
the lives now lost, near and far.
You care not; that's easy to see,
as your lies will live an eternity.
As a president you are the worst,
when your lies cause your World to burst.
Citizens both far and near,
want to know when you'll disappear,
in the coming months, it will do
for next November, please vote Blue.

The words are dead,
and they shall remain
dead forever
in life's stupid game.

I cannot say these
words to thee
nor write them
for you to see.

You get more bored
when watching TV,
as you now say,
telling it to me.