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When your mood colors,
turn to grey.
When thoughts leave
and go away,
create a vacuum,
of time, no space.
Do I still belong,
in the Human Race?
When sadness
is your daily mood,
if it happens,
it's never good.
Add some humor,
please do it now,
without laughter,
there is no now.

Ice cold the heart
of hatred springs
causing more pain
than necessary.

I try to put
the words to paper
as music plays
in the background.
Hard to focus on
the task at hand,
when the background
music lyrics,
staccato beat from
Bruce Springsteen,
is ringing in your ears.
Need to reload.

I wrest the pain
from within my heart,
a collection of
personal failures.

A pain of witness,
watching my wife's
mental acuity,
in a slow decline
from Dementia
to Alzheimer's.

Disappointment appears
in her eyes,
when she tries
and realizes,
she can no longer
do most of her
daily routine.

Up ahead in the fading light
appears a person, quite unlike
anyone I have seen before.
Eyes of blue, crooked smile,
a stranger, strolling, down
the path to Lord knows where,
it was then, I became aware,
she was tall and lithe,
so unlike those I know.
As I drew closer,
I heard a sound. Melodious
to my ear, a catchy tune,
in an Alto tone, which
reminded me of an old
friend of mine, who passed
away, some time ago.
I started to say hello,
but she kept walking like
she knew this land and
been here before.
I'll always remember this
sight for she was another
one who was looking around
to find her way, into the town.
Blue the eyes, gold the hair
I miss seeing you and your
bright smile.

I see the cracks
in the facade
of my true
loves face,
as her temperament
becomes more aggressive
towards anything,
especially me. She still
wants to be near me.
She doesn't know my name
and even "my husband" has
been scarce.

Original post, January 2018

It was OK,
except when
it wasn't.
No harm.
No foul.
What have
we become,
when courtesy
to others
is passe?
Do we no
longer trust
one another?
Has it gotten
so bad,
we no
longer care?

Sweet the night.
Sweet the dreams.
Sweet the thought.
Sweet, it seems
of a blossomed love,
envisioned within
my Soul, my trove,
I'll now begin,
to love you now,
though I will not win,
for fate has cast
its net on me,
I am blind
and cannot see.

A jam,
a jumble,
a bunch
of words.
Nothing new
or rediscovered
to write again
of love and
happiness.
Avoid the gloom,
the sad affair,
be on guard,
be aware,
for love will
soon cast its net
for an aching heart
trying to forget