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Her lips,
painted red,
made me believe,
she soon would wed.

Wed someone,
rich and pure,
like a Fairy Tale,
life will endure.

An old friend of mine,
is back on the scene.

Words tumble forth,
amidst droopy clouds.
What if words could speak,
on their own, out loud?

Cruel words can
cut to the bone.
No physical injury,
but mental damage done.

Write of things,
you know are true.
Bring words together,
they'll become one or two.

Of nightmares, clouds,
rainbows, things
and other dreams,
I will not share.

For starting today,
we'll describe or compare,
with other awareness,
about going nowhere.

Nowhere, is a
spot in my brain,
where everyone lives,
in a paradise of sane.

Of fairy tales and puppy dog tails,
all lined up in a row. No matter
where or when, you will surely go.

Around the trees, over the hills,
until they see another lost soul,
who may look like you and me.
You will find another one to chase,
us to the sea.

A sea of sparkling
glass, blue as blue can be.
Beware the Ide's of March, for then,
you may well be, involved in crazy,
things similar to the day you met
me.

Stay you loose, my young friend,
because you may need to see, the land,
beyond the horizon, where all the love
is free.

My emotional mess.
Oh, what a pity,
for the speed of emotions,
are at maximum velocity.

Impossible, says
the voice in the room,
nothing moves that fast.
How about impending doom?

Mist to rain,
as I drive alone.
Overcast clouds,
set a dreary tone.

Of all the notes, I've read,
there are few I retain,
except for words Pirates say,
when on the bounding main.

Sailing the Seven Seas
and Oceans in between.
Exciting for a farm boy,
who barely was a teen.

Deceitful days,
Deceitful nights,
or other lies to tell,
before love takes flight.

What lies we say,
to the opposite sex,
before "I love you",
Plurimus unum, Rex.

Forlorn, she sat,
alone, with her memories,
recalling her lost love,
and the finalities.

Sprint through my body and my soul.
Here I sit , a good example of an old fool

An uncharted flaw,
of an ego in need,
to humble itself,
with a mental feed.

Is it too early,
or too late to do?
I believe the decision,
rests solely on you.