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It is a terrible way to die,
Has been said before.
Is there a good way to go?
Peacefully in your sleep?
Thoughts that burn and creep
About someone's demise.
What are we as a mortal being
That thinks that we know,
All the answers, but in our
Defense, there is scientific
Results of studies, not of guess
And from that we will make
A decision, that effects us all,
That has no foundation, but to say
Life's a gamble everyday.

I ramble here,
I scramble there,
Words are spewed
Everywhere.
No matter the size,
Nor of the care,
They fall to paper
Like dust to coat.
Be they near
Or just remote.
The only idiocy
Is what I write,
That is read by thee.
Like it, I hope,
Care you must
If these words
Are just the output,
Of a minds rust,
That says nothing,
Just nothing.

A small wisp of smoke, among needles fine,
is smoldering under a tall Black Pine.
As a breeze, from the West it came,
creating a blower effect causing a burst of flame.
The spark that started this little blaze,
did, blown by wind, began to amaze.
Those people, who were out, in the trees,
were now in danger with the increased breeze.
A loud exploding fire it was
and consumed many acres because
it was started by a careless camper
who was not aware to damper
the hot ashes from his untended fire
and called in Smokejumpers to this pyre.
We must be careful, when out there,
for this time of year, danger is everywhere.

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My green thumb
has turned brown.
My transplants are
shriveled and dying.
I best read more,
to improve my skill.
I've had great luck
with many plants
and provided new starts,
to others so they could plant.

I have a problem, that I now see.
That little problem, I believe is me.
When life has changed; gone amok.
If everything you touch is just bad luck.
It is hard to control my mentality.
To remain positive taking care of thee.
I need some time of my own, that I see.
A time that will revive and refresh,
So I regain a better looking reality.

What is this life supposed to be
when looking into eternity?

Can you tell me
or at least relate,
when God will open.
Heaven's Gate?
I want to know,
so when it's time,
I can go and see
her through, away from
this time of pain
and memory loss.
A sad refrain
that can be
a moment of joy,
at least for her,
but not for me.

I must say, with little flair
that I feel so much despair,
about the slow destruction of
someone who I dearly love.
Discussions that happened minutes ago
are gone from her mind, that is so
clogged with random questions and thought
that is unclear to me, as I cannot
provide the answers to her question,
not even a slim, remote suggestion.
She behaves like a child again,
except the aging body has much pain.
Conversations we have filled with love
thanks to you, mighty Lord up above.

When our conversation runs amok
And thoughts are jumbled and questions
Asked about today or days past.
No semblance of day or time
Can't read a clock face at any time.
No logic or reason, causes despair,
But the questioner is not aware
And yet, when it's time for bed
The small discussions are in my head.
A question is asked, you see,
"Why is this happening to me?"
There are no tears asking for sympathy,
Just an awareness of something wrong
And in our hearts we must stay strong.

I fear my Soul has gone
far across the raging sea.
Perhaps it has tired of this life
And wants to be set free.