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When Angels live
within a cloud,
your secret thoughts,
are heard aloud.

When memories flee,
from one's mind,
a hopeless feeling
is what I find.

Please take the time
during your busy day,
to keep your memories,
safely, tucked away.

A gambol in life,
will it make
a dark tomorrow.
What do you think?

Life's journey,
is full of challenges galore.
If you have nothing,
please ask for more.

The idiocy of my words,
echoing within my head,
raises the eternal question,
Am I brain dead?

Words tumble forth to paper,
I use a pen to write.
I prefer writing with a pen,
as a pencil script is too light.

A burst of words,
shouted out from thee,
are the ones I love to see.

When day is done
and you sit alone,
can you call a friend
or relative to talk,
through the frustrations
of your current struggles?

Yes, you can but we also
have issues. I feel guilt
if, I discuss mine.
Why must I give my
burden to someone else?

Buy me a drink,
you owe one to me.
I'll tell you a story,
of what was meant to be.

It started long ago,
when I was quite young.
I was incarcerated,
but did not succumb.

A sentence to prison
of one year for me.
Solitary confinement,
until I couldn't see.

I had never been
in this place, I said,
for all practical purposes,
my life was now dead.

I struggled for years,
to overcome this part
of my life which
took away love and hurt.

I am much stronger,
it's in my eyes,
for I have powerful friends,
who now realize.

The criminal injustice,
which took me away
and now I look
towards a better day.

An ember glowed,
throughout the night.
A smallish glow,
not very bright.

When morning
light came,
the glow was
now a small flame.

More wind and fuel,
added to the fire,
which became
a funeral pyre.

Laughter roared,
I stepped into the room,
carrying old memories
of insipid gloom.

What's the plan,
was said to me?
Are we to fight
or will we flee?

If you still believe
in what you do,
then we must fight,
for us and for you.

Fight we did,
bending but no break.
We enjoyed victory,
until the end take.

Quiet it was
before the dawn.
The only noise
was my yawn.

Why do I rise,
so early in the morn?
Was that the time
when I was born?

A shortness of breath,
a gasping for air,
are warning signs,
you must be aware.

Go to a doctor
or check yourself in,
to an urgent care unit,
take care and you'll win.

Her hair,
long and shiny,
to her shoulders fell.
Blonde was the color,
blue were her eyes.

The voice of an angel,
soft, like a summer breeze.
The way she could
control the setting
with the words of a song.

Her name, was Lenora,
love was the game.

Riding a horse,
down an old trail,
not realizing it was,
now loose shale.

Shale for you,
not knowing about shale stone,
will understand when
all your footing is gone.

It's easy to slide,
on your hands and feet,
across shale field.
Just don't fall on your seat.

The damnations of Hell,
are upon thee,
in that dark, den of iniquity,
you call home.

May the demons, who
haunt you at night,
depriving you of the
sleep you desire,
be successful.
Let the Fate of the World,
burn your soul, into ashes.