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Blind obedience to what is said,
if you listen to all his lies
most of us will be dead.
What kind of man, in our town
whose lies, every day are so profound.
Put on your suit, you ridiculous clown.

I have long ago wondered,
of when I succumb,
it would be the result
of something, stupid or dumb.

My hand is aching.
So is my thumb.
Writing with Arthritis
Has to be dumb.

I'm writing now, in a small book.
Perhaps I need to have a look
at a larger version, within to write.
Sound logical or am I being trite?

Shouldn't the word Crow
be pronounce like now,
or even like the word how?
Why is it pronounced like know
or like a bow
that is worn in your hair,
or in respect you would bow.
The usage of words like tow
instead of words like wow.

My mind has chosen to wander,
a distant path towards
the corner of
nooks and crannies.
Dislodging memories,
stuck in my head.
Memories of many occurrences
I thought were dead.
Capture them now, don't wait
using ink and pen,
for if not on paper;
they will end.
These sensitive thoughts you find,
not "Let's Pretend."
Pretend you are a Pirate with
a big sword
and you're at sea, aboard ship,
of your own.
When you come across, a Merchant
Ship of Trade.
You soon will board this ship
and capture the flag,
all booty and treasures
will be yours.

When we were young
we danced until dawn.
Now when we dance,
we begin to yawn,
as our aged bodies said;
time for us to go to bed.

Where ever I go,
what ever I see,
it will be you
in the mirror,
looking back at me.

You looked at me,
in a strange way.
Your eyes flashing brown,
as if to say,
"I'll see you later
at the end of the day."

I've traveled the World,
across the blue sea,
courtesy of Uncle Sam,
and all for free.
No amount of money,
will keep me away
from the memories
of the U.S Navy.

Time to shake loose
all these words in my head.
Without trepidation,
but with courage instead.
Words that will tumble,
as if from a jar,
landing on paper
by aching wrist.
Don't stop now;
my mind does insist.
Write all you can.
Do it right now,
stopping not to think,
just do it.
You do know how
surprisingly the "spring
has run dry."
I'll ask you later.
Please tell me why.

Brain dead is what I be;
my mind is full of uncertainty.
Now all words, I try to speak
are gone away. I try to tweak
the words that pop into my head,
but alas I do believe I'm Brain dead.