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I write me feelings
on my sleeve.
I do so without fear
of a reprieve.

If you care not
for the words I write,
it is OK, for there
is no wrong or right.

My brain is fried
like a piece of burnt toast,
I need to pray to the lord
and the Holy Ghost.

The World lay
in deep aplomb,
concerned about
an Atomic Bomb.

A nuclear war,
might soon come.
Build bomb shelters,
so, you don't succumb.

Stock it with rations
and supplies galore,
by making a run
to your local store.

How many bombs
did they drop?
How many threats
until we say STOP!

A resident passed away,
an Angel wept, in sadness.
There is a new resident,
experiencing joy, in Heaven today.

Don't be alarmed
at the words which I write,
as I find myself
lonely at night.

The words aren't an
invitation to a dance,
just a lonesome old man,
not looking for romance.

Someone to talk to,
frequently or occasionally,
a platonic relationship,
between you and me.

I don't wish to remember
this month of November
or the things which happened
to me when.

Nuff said.

Hold back the water'
Shore up the dam,
for I am floundering.
I don't know where I am.

Forlorn the feeling,
indifferent to me,
for no matter the thought,
I no longer can see.

I don't understand,
up to this day,
why the emotional needs,
were here, are gone away.

A quest remains
to secure the grail,
to hand search the land,
without travail.

Search the forest,
inspect the trees,
for someone's hiding,
apparently, with ease.

Outward it splayed,
as if a branch on a tree.
"My goodness," I said,
"it was pointing at me."

What could it be
to cause this alarm?
Was it intended to be good,
or would it bring harm?

Most warning signs,
which come in the night
are intimidating and
may cause you to take flight.

How often must we
or others prepare,
if we don't receive guidance,
when we should be aware?

You approach,
now you are here.
I'm happy, for it's
your voice I hear.

I am a creature,
on my own,
liking to observe,
watching, no phone.

I like to talking with you,
but not on the phone.
I feel the warmth
in your voice tone.

Your voice,
like honey to a Bee.
When I hear you,
I'm where I should be.

I don't want to write,
to scare you away.
I mean to write
to hear you say,

I like what you write.
Do more of it how?
I want to understand,
where you are now.