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I have noticed,
this old mind,
is trying to escape,
to a much happier time.

How else can I explain,
my interest in Netflix's
Korean/Asian melodramas
and my recent Tattoo tricks.

A run and hit mentality,
tempered with much remorse,
as I see my love,
continuing Life's course.

Alone in the airport,
no place to sleep,
except on a bench,
or an airport chair.

I was in Portland,
to San Diego I fly,
except for the weather
and being on standby.

It's getting close to the time,
when I must shed
words from my mind.
Words Pasay or Dead.

Words of old,
like Thee and Thou,
which I love to use
today, even now.

Why do words
stick in our head,
when thinking of others,
in this life we've led.

I pray for an answer,
although somehow,
it may not matter
if Thee is Thou

The Sun sank
into the Sea.
I could hear,
Hawaii calling me.

Come back to here,
where you belong.
Enjoy this life,
while singing your song.

Sweet Leilani,
Heavenly flower,
come back to me,
come back to me.

When words collide,
through action heard,
could we choose
to not flip the bird?

Keep it civil,
please don't shout,
especially when you
don't know what you're talking about.

I was surprised the other day,
when someone said, they liked me.
The remark was much needed,
for I thought I'd lost my personality.

Why would I worry,
why should I fret,
when all which I know,
I will soon forget.

Ring the bell,
peal the sound,
and treasure your love,
uphill and down.

In bad times
or good times as well,
it is the time,
to stay thee from Hell.

Goodness will prevail,
Twas said to me.
I will only speak,
of that to thee,

for the evil which
lurks in a man,
is hard to fathom,
or to understand,

the nature of a person,
who is a man.
Emotionless at times,
stubborn, when taking a stand.

From deep withing,
these Souls, ours,
are memories,
of girls and cars.

The engines roar,
a sweet caress,
makes your life,
very heaven blessed.

What in the World,
I've often heard.
Been thinking now,
how the World is absurd.

Too many killings,
the taking of lives.
How do we cope?
Can we survive?

Twas a time,
long ago.
There was a boy,
oh, oh.
Came a girl,
oh no.
They met,
go, go.
Dating often,
so, so.
Arguing at times,
yoyo.
Fell in love,
do si do.
Married,
oh, I Do.