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The sound of your voice,
when you say words to me,
is a most special feeling.
It is nothing you can see,
for it kindles the life
in my Soul, exponentially.

Where did you go yesterday?
I talked to you
but you wouldn't say.
You are my love
and you always will be,
although you don't know it,
I know it for thee.

Here is a riddle,
I write just for you.
Do you understand
now what to do?
Do you know when
your mind is all gone
and you are not the
person who's mind is done?
Why does this happen to she?
Why can't it simply be me?

So goes the pride, before the fall.
No loss to me, for I recall,
I liked you not; not at all.
A glibness of untruths, your call,
You were the demon, feared by all.

Please don't run to the place
where your mind likes to hide,
for I need you near me,
close by my side.

I have seen the sorrow in your eyes,
from a lost love, I will surmise.
A broken heart, shattered too many times,
put back together with thought and some wine.
Wishing some hugs, were available now too,
as I would provide some of them to you.

A short burst of words,
down to this page
with the noisiest pen,
I've ever engaged.
Words continue to pop,
in this old head of mine.
Some new words perhaps,
but mostly quite dead.
Dead from the Latin
of so long ago.
Off in the night ,
I will soon flee,
for I believe Death
is now chasing me.

What do you do?
What can you say,
When all the children
Are not allowed to play?
How can their psyche
Not be harmed in this way,
When all the children
Are not allowed to play?
Do you look to the heaven,
So far away and up high,
To strengthen their souls
Or at least try?

The same old story,
retelling an old joke,
about a man on a tractor,
who was smoking a toke.
What does this mean,
you may ask of me?
I do not know,
for I write what I see.
I saw the tractor
and saw the bloke,
though his head was enveloped
by a large cloud of smoke.

Oh my love,
why
has this happened to
thee?
This disease I
see,
has now changed
me.
I love you
now,
as it should
be.

A letter of love
I received an e-mail,
saying if I don't pay up
I will be going to jail.
I don't like it you see
when they say, now marry me.

I see the far away look in her eyes.
I've seen that look so many times before
and I will not show any surprise.
Where have you been, lovely one, mine.
You know the World for you to entwine.
To be better or worse, in our life sublime.