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It was wet,
speed too fast.
Driving like this,
wouldn't last.

Tires were sliding,
across pavement and stone.
He was thankful,
he was driving alone.

Spinning, he was,
the car left the road,
somersaulting over
the ditch. Losing his load.

When does indifference,
become disdain?
When does sorrow
turn to pain?

When does Sun
turn to rain?
When will love,
no longer remain?

Foolish questions?
I think not,
when love is gone,
it is no longer sought.

Up jumped the Devil,
with the green dress on.
Long did I travel,
to find my true one.

A hundred drums,
beat through the night,
as indigenous tribes,
prepared for a fight.

Tribes were wronged,
by the Settler crowd.
Drums were the method
of protesting, out loud.

Settlers, began
closing the gate,
in fear of an uprising.
They were too late.

Justice will be served,
came forth the cry.
Justice will become,
"An eye for an eye."

Turmoil and trouble,
was now all around,
as drums beat on,
a horrible sound.

My thoughts, lay scattered
upon the gray field.
Do I consider surrender
or should I yield?

Thoughts, reliable, sometime ago,
have gone out of sight.
I expect my mind is readying
for a long fight.

To fight against suppression,
if that's what it was.
Forward to victory
of a common cause.

My love for you
grows stronger
in every way.
Have a glorious day.

Of all the Roses,
which bloom, in May,
you are the one
I think of most.

When the light falls
at day's end,
you will always be
my absolute best friend.

When the Sun shines
through the morning dew,
I will be remembering
the beauty of you.

Of all those I know,
you are my heart,
brightening my soul.
I love you.

Remembering you,
Spring, Summer, and Fall.
Through all the years,
You are the best of all.

Missing thee so,
the sound of your voice,
your smiling eyes,
makes my heart rejoice.

What cost love,
what cost, indeed.
love wanted by most,
others still need.

I had an unexpected request yesterday.
I was asked to write little odes to include
in envelopes for the mothers residing
at this Facility.
Such an honor.
I wrote about nineteen separate vignettes.
I am in the process of handwriting
on personal cards with envelopes.
I you are interested in seeing them
I will print them tomorrow.
Thank you

Shameful behavior, of a lost soul.
Could I be strong handling this quest?
Searching for all to see,
I must find only the best.

A day late,
a dollar short.
Some of plans,
we must abort.

You only live once,
it's not what it seems.
You live life over,
again, in your dreams.

Dreams are the way
life is lived to tell,
knowing your life
has been lived well.

I dreamt, last night,
a dream of bliss,
I received from you,
my very first kiss.

Why does love, sometimes,
appear in the way,
dreaming the dreams,
of life's yesterday?

A lot of men worked,
a lot of men tried,
to rid the body
of the beast inside.

Inside the body,
the beast had its way,
liking the shape,
He decided to stay.