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Beneath the Sea
of Burning Glass,
lived a man
with checkered past.
What say you,
old, troubled man?
You'll never be
this way again.
Bring your prayers
and high resolve,
to find those
who give a trust,
since they are,
'tis no doubt
for you know not,
what Life's about.

Puzzles puzzle me,
no matter the type,
to answer questions,
to fill in the blanks.
We do all of this
with no gratitude or thanks.

No more.
No mas.
No need
Work with me, not.
Do not exceed.
Why do we try,
If there isn't a need?

If something happens to me,
what will happen to her?
These questions tear me apart.
An odd way to be, in a case
of affairs of the heart.

Jumped the Lamb
the gambol great,
was it the drink
or something nice,
not made of grain
but fermented rice.

Brown the ground,
beneath my feet.
Grass all dead
where we did meet,
on trodden soil
with roots beneath
the sod of years
of the old growth.

All those things we did before
have gone, here no more.
Memories we cherished, dear
have left and no longer here.

Black as night
blue, green sheen
of feathered coat,
smart not mean.
A noble bird
of any scene
was it a vision
or just a dream?

When Winter Winds
cease to be.
When Spring winds
chase the chill,
Summer winds scorch
the Earth,
as timbers parched,
raise their limbs
to escape the heat,
awaiting Winter snows..

A Lack of truth,
in our World today,
brings on the need
to begin the play
of words and acts
to set the stage
for one another.
Don't ask.me
I'm not your Mother

Forever, more.
A word
More than ever.
Resolves the ills
Of the World.
Commitment to
A cause
Forever.
Enduring to you,
As devotion

A lost love.
A failed dream.
How could fate,
Be this mean?
Dreams die hard
As was seen
When memories left
No room between,
Left of center,
Fat or lean.