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My mind is quite strong,
so I've been told.
Sometimes when I write
words come out cold.
Why is that, you may say?
I'm uncertain my mood
and thoughts get in the way.
Some words are quite soft,
while others, harsh and hard.
It matters not their origins,
or if they're dirt in the yard.

It is 4:30 AM.
I hear the rain,
hitting the roof,
loud it's refrain.
A relaxing sound,
when you're inside,
but if you are out,
with no place to hide
or seek shelter from
the wind and rain
which soaks every thing
large or small.

There is a saying,
I hear my head rattle,
were up the creek,
with out a paddle.
So, I am saying this to you.
Everyone should vote,
I'm voting Blue.

Where did you go? I would say,
tell me please, when you go away.
You disappear from here in
this week of gloom,
although you sit with me,
in the same room.
An escape for you from
your own mind.
A place of solitude where
people are kind.
Please talk to me now,
for you know,
I want you near me,
until I must go.

Hang on tight, for the fight is on.
It will be full of lies an innuendos.
The words, selected by a committees choice,
May let you see the Emperor's new clothes.
The outcome will be sadness and rejoice,
But remember, I say to all of you,
My vote of choice; a shade of Blue.

A long dark night into day,
I worry for American every way.

The streets are wet.
So are my feet.
My rain jacket,
is quite neat.
It keeps the rain
off of my back,
but my pant legs
are now quite damp.

I tire of doing this writing craft,
for in my life, I am feeling daft.
Daft in the head, we would say;
It's the way I feel, every day.
Perhaps it's because words cause me pain.
Wishing to do better and not complain.
I tire of words, from the dirt,
for when I write them, they hurt.
Hurt others I care so much about,
for I want to scream and shout,
"Enough, enough, is what I say,
there's hate in this Country, every day."

The past few days, have been wild.
I am living with an elderly child.
A child; my loved one I see,
Who asks all these questions of me.
Did you know my parents, I had?
I have nothing. No Mom or Dad.
She knows we have friends, I recall
But doesn't know names, not at all.
She remembers our granddaughter, by name,
For all others, it's not the same.

First came the Lord,
a beastly virus
and the rest,
bringing all
their fleas,
to a love fest.
Not liking Citizens
of this
grand land,
he was in control
of this,
under his command.
He cares not
for others,
it was the word,
for he
was committed
to take
Democracy away.
Rid his kingdom
of those
with dark skin,
was his desire,
so it was said.
He was well
started
with over 200,000
citizens dead.
Don't ask me
questions about
those all gone.
Next question,
as I am ,
now moving along.
It is a fake
virus,
is what he said
and it matters not
if you count
all the dead.
If you think
this funny,
it is not a joke,
for a real demon,
has you now,
by the throat.
Here's what you do,
get off your rear
and please vote Blue.

How old must you be
to stop having a fantasy?
Is there a certain age
to be used as a gauge
and stop behaving like a teen
age boy or somewhere in between?
Perhaps there is a notion,
as we age there is no emotion.
For me, it isn't true
as I feel connected, to you.
Emotions help you to relate
and avoid being a reprobate.

The anguish of love.
The anguish of denial.
The anguish of hate,
All last a while.
There is nothing easy,
About life on this day,
Except to work hard,
Keeping the dogs at bay.