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What happens,
when love goes astray?
Do memories fade
or just go away?

A lost love,
is hard to take,
for life has changed,
after a heartbreak.

You project strength,
it's what I would expect.
It's OK to cry, you don't
need to love or respect.

I ponder as
my mind will wander.
Dwelling on the past,
and the emptiness,
I feel. Not depressed,
just confused.

My mind seems to be,
lost in a fog, which
I cannot see nor can
the friends I have, let
me see.

Don't host your views, on me,
for your beliefs, are yours.
I don't subscribe to your conspiracy theories.
Not required to spend your time, dispensing
your stories, especially in politics.
You say you don't like Trump. Ok, that's your
choice. You say you are an Independent Voter.
Not what I see or the views you share.
Run Rabbit, Run.

When you face the World,
like you always did.
Finding a new lover,
of me you would rid.

Remembering old men,
you see every day.
Tell him to leave,
Just go away.

It won't be a great loss,
once I am gone.
You will find another,
to sing your sweet song.

I'll write about items,
which life brings.
Write about treasures,
riches, diamonds and rings.

Why write about the
wonder of things,
when happiness should be
about love and heart strings.

There just isn't a masterpiece,
left in this old mind,
unless those jumbled words,
have material I can find.

Words a tumble,
start to flow,
spiraling downward,
someplace below.

Old fashioned words,
such as thee and thou,
falling slowly with,
what, where and how.

A mass of words,
piled layers high.
in my mind they
have reached the sky.

Words as warm,
like bees in the skies,
words a tumble
love moves and flies.

Love glows,
above the gloom,
removing a coolness,
from the room.

Love can dispel,
so much hate,
yet here we are,
in a war we must abate.

Why the hate,
why the lies,
why the innocent's,
mournful sighs.
.
Is this what life,
seems to be
All the bombing,
indiscriminately.

May life give you blessings,
wherever you go,
for our time is short,
don't always say, No.

Stay on the good side,
of the life you know,
there will be luck,
and good wishes wherever you go.

Whence came thou,
to adapt today.
You stayed here,
didn't run away.

Choose your battles,
it's not a sin,
for your goal,
should be, to win.

He awoke late morning,
about half past ten.
He had no worries,
as he had no friend.

He worked not,
at the job he held,
for he was on course,
for his journey to Hell.

"Let it be," were the
words he heard.
"You think your smart but,
you're really a Nerd."