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Life is exciting.
Love is grand,
when your life
is on demand.
Nothing works now,
like it did before,
when life makes demands
and nothing more.

It circles the night sky,
a kite without strings.
No learning to fly,
isn't that our life?
Full of up and downs,
filled with a tragedy
of unrepentant Clowns.

Long will they wander,
across the broad land,
humbling in action,
always to demand,
changes to others,
but not for them.
You can be chained,
they will live free.
Love not your neighbor,
spew out the hate.
Seeing misery in others,
which isn't so great.

Why are your words
stuck in your throat?
Are you afraid to say,
too proud to emote?

Don't be bashful,
just say the words.
I miss your love,
not being absurd.

Where did it go?
When did it stray,
Away from civility
And a loving Community?

A Lonesome Pine,
a single tree,
a sad respite,
do not pity me.

Off we go
on a free
writing spree.
Just write
the words,
so rapidly,
there's no
time to
rationalize or
decide if
acceptable prose,
no matter,
what's said,
this will
still be
a better
day of
joyful time.
Lost my
mind, sprang
out the
door to
nowhere here
and no
way we
can it's
idiocy at
it's finest
hour.

Orange, was the color
of the Sun which arose
from the Eastern sky.
Bright the reflection
from lake and pond.
Heaven air masses,
cloudless they were,
clear skies above.
The only thing missing,
was you my love.

When Angels fly
from heaven above,
they bring joy,
and bring love.
Remembering them all,
a treasure trove,
as Angels of care,
caress your Soul.

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From the pen,
springs the words,
my mind wants
me to write.
The mind is dead.
The words are trite.

Lights in yon window,
beyond the stone wall,
flickers, reflecting the Sun.
Here we are now,
alone in the World, again,
from our first breath drawn.