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The storm is here, I hear the thunder,
The winds and rain, put us asunder,
As water's rise, to flood our town,
Doing my best, trying not to drown.
Praying to God, "Oh let us be"
And save all, from the finality
Of life, on this most ravaged space,
And not see again, your beautiful face.

Another night, another dance,
Another chance, for romance.
The plight of an aging man,
Trying to capture his life again.

I say this, not as a jest,
As my worries, start to manifest
And I see, both near and far,
That you know not where you are
Or what locations, that are so near,
No longer exist and now, do disappear,
From your memory, which once was grand
But can not provide location, on demand.
What actions, can I try or do,
To make this journey, easier for you?
My heart, is being wrenched from within
And my sanity, is now stretched thin.
What plan has God, made for thee?
For at this moment, I cannot see,
What an outcome, that will become part
Of our life, tearing apart my heart.
Dear God, please help get me through,
This painful process, of what to do.
Prayer and thoughts, to you I say,
No longer keep my fears at bay

I love the flowers, in the Spring,
When the temperature, does start to climb,
While all the song birds, that sing,
Does make the joy of life, sublime.

There can be no ending,
Without a beginning,
At least, that's what I say.
There can be no tomorrow,
Without a yesterday.

With all the wind, came the rain,
To soak the ground, around the flowers,
With an occasional ray of Sun, through
A window pane, gave promise of showers,
Mixed with Sun breaks with no disdain
Of the picnics that last for hours.

I would rather laugh today
And worry not, about tomorrow,
For laughter, is the best way,
Not grief, agony or sorrow.

There is a recluse, inside of me,
That is trying hard, to be set free.
I desire to let everyone know,
But I can't, just can't let it go.

I'm such a coward,
I can't face mortality.
Afraid of losing my
Love, to life's finality.

My Soul, of glass,
Lies shattered,
At my feet.

In another life,
I will try hard,
To be better
Than this.
To leave a mark
Of a lasting accomplishment.

Ego's come,
Ego's go.
Where to?
I do not know.

So the World Health Organization just declared a new psychopathology, Gaming Disorder, the addictive propensity to sit for hour after hour with an X-box, disdaining sleep and food and exercise. Good diagnosis, guyz! But you forgot to include Facebook, You-Tube, computer addictions, porn and cellphone. Maybe, just maybe, they’re really all one disease. Ya think?

I guess the Facebook zombies actually stop to eat. And it could even be argued that this social media is really social. A new social, I guess, no face to face necessary, just tweets and instagrams, nothing too up-close and personal. Tim Cook, the new warden at Apple, recently declared sitting at a computer terminal to be the new cancer. Thanks, Tim, for asking the troops to stand up. How about asking them to go outdoors and exercise? Or quit their carcinogenic jobs? Or get a life?

We’re rewiring our brains, no doubt about it. B.F. Skinner and the Pavlovian dogs, peck a button and the bait, I mean the reward, comes tumbling out, time after time, predictable as an IV of opiods. Try this experiment if you’re a doubter: put away your cellphone, turn off your computer, unplug the TV and peripherals and devices, see how long you can last before the shakes and the fevers start. I bet about an hour. We might be missing important stuff. You know, Trump, Beyonce, Oprah, the photo from a friend you rarely see, Trump, the latest movie star scandal, did I mention Trump? If I did, let me add Trump again anyway.

This is our reality now. We even made a reality show huckster our Leader. We get what we deserve, the old adage goes in regard to a country and its rulers. Times certainly change and now they’re changing in hyper-drive. If anyone thinks, myself included, that there will be a cure for this disorder, we got another think coming. In about two tweets.

Recently I ordered one of those cool robot vacuums called a Roomba. It’s pretty amazing. It will quietly clean an entire floor while only mildly terrorizing the cats. And when it’s all done, it returns to its charging station and goes to sleep.

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