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A stranger,
entered the room,
sullen looking,
impending doom?

Too many worries,
were on his mind.
He's looking for love,
his life had been unkind.

Do you believe,
you might do the same,
when your first love,
has forgotten your name?

Sad news. Sadness,
reigns supreme.
Please let me awake,
from this very bad dream.

Off to face my demons,
into the valley of darkness,
I'll take my first foray,
to spill my inner thoughts,
to find my emotional display.

Who knows what
messages, lay ahead.
I only know, I need it,
to clear this old head.

Nothing else to write,
nothing else to say,
except have a great morning
and a most welcoming day.

I found some peace,
for a moment,
after talking to thee,
saying a lament,
about needing sleep,
everywhere I went.

I'll try very hard,
to work with thee,
as I move forward,
into personal therapy.

I waken, hearing
a noise in my ear.
One not heard before,
or maybe last year.

A soft noise,
perhaps left by her.
A pleasant noise,
a very soft purr.

I look at my pillow,
it's then, when I see,
a small, furry kitten,
looking back, at me.

A Cat lover?
Never, I'm not,
but the love I see,
could never be bought.

Once was an arm,
where your foot, use to be.
Your anatomy is old,
you ugly, sand flea.

Bother someone else.
Do you not hear me,
you ugly excuse,
for a sand flea.

Please run,
please flee,
for you are
the ugliest sand flea.

When love comes to find you,
wherever you may be.
Would it be safe to say.
it won't recognize me.

When gone from a life,
which requires nothing new,
to an existence where,
I am always looking for you

Along time ago,
in a faraway land,
lived a human shell,
who once was a man.

The man,
a hunter by skills,
would peruse the villages,
and nearby foothills.

His search for redaction,
would make him try,
was to find a place,
where a Dragon would cry.

The tears of a Dragon,
when said and done,
were more special,
than liquid Sun.

He searched over and over,
oh, for so many years,
for he needed salvation,
using the Dragon tears.

Tears of a Dragon,
are magical to see,
for you will be happy,
unlike the loneliest He.

Aging process,
youth to maturity.
What a process,
we traverse in Life.

My love for another,
exactly like you,
is appealing to my mind,
but I know it won't do,

for there weren't any others,
of this I'm sure,
who will love me,
like you, a love so pure.

Memories, of early days,
early morning on the Tolt.
by Carnation.

What a day it was
back when we were young.
Trying to make a living,
every day in the Sun.

Do you remember when
we made a dollar a day?
My first job was pulling
weeds, $.10 an hour.

A year later working on
a stationery hay baler,
I made up to $35. a day,
if we were baling Alfalfa.

Good memories of long
ago times, when you worked
hard for one thin dime.
Tell me your story, please.

A wobbling Sun.
What does it mean?
Prescriptions, making me dizzy,
must be here, at the scene.