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Sometimes a sound
in the darkest of night,
will raise the hairs
on the back of my neck.
A noise that I hear,
can bring me a fright,
If I am alone
and it's after twilight

Why do I feel alone at night,
when she lies so close to me?
It's because she doesn't know my name
and that is our fate and destiny.

When I have a vision;
memories from the past,
seldom do they last
but on occasion, some thoughts
will stick, in my brain
and then I remember
being there, once again.

I am losing touch with reality
on this darkening, rainy day.
I'm unsure of this pending finality
and if she will go or stay.

She tells me, "take me to the home,
for that is where I'll be,
the rest of this mortal life;
I'll soon be leaving thee".

A creative soul?
I think not.
Writing helps me
untie this knot
of my anxiety,
hidden in my mind.
The worry for another;
a caregiver you are,
for your love to do
the best you can
for she is alone
and now so are you.

Words. Words. Words,
the most beautiful of things.
The delight in my writing
is giving words their wings.

Wings to fly across the page,
where you can surely say,
words that make me feel
so good, each and every day.

Take these words, as written.
Place in your memory,
let yourself be smitten,
love in your own way.

For all I need
for all I do.
Please just let me
stay with you.

I think of snow
and then I see
a lonely Crow,
thinking like me.

Where is all the love of ours
in this World, so grim?
Can it be found
in the darkest skies
or when you believe in Him.

The Crocodile was on a log,
right next to me.
It was wearing purple socks,
quite easy to see.
I said something,
perhaps just a word,
when I saw a color,
a very bright flash
and realized the Croc
had on a purple sash.
I was taken aback,
by the splendid dress,
when I realized my clothes
were a rumpled old mess.
I noticed it was eating some food,
red beans and rice,
not with a spoon or a fork,
like you and I would.
I was starving and hungry
and said with a flair,
"would you mind sharing
your wonderful fare?"
Sure it said, with a grin
just very simply
put your hand in.
I looked at my hand
saying with a small voice,
"are there other options,
or is that my only choice?"
The Crocodile rolled off of the log,
into the slimy green deep,
as I struggled to awaken
from my deep Winter sleep.

As a young boy,
I liked to climb
up on things.
Climbing fence
or up a tree,
was how I played
and it was free.
Fun to do,
not scary at all,
until that fateful day,
I soon did fall
out of the tree,
on to my head.
I think my Cousins
thought I was dead.
I went to bed,
which I shouldn't
have done.
But I arose later
to have more fun.

I knew it was over
as I entered the room,
for I was overcome
with thoughts of gloom.
Why had this meeting,
with my direct boss
giving me a feeling;
one of great loss.
Our small company was renowned
for its technology making ultrasound
equipment using a Sonar technique,
Allowing Real Time imaging of the heart,
was so highly unique.
It was purchased by a large
pharmaceutical company.
Now the "bean counters" were
trimming the staff very heavily.
My boss told me this story
"The company no longer needed me"
letting you know of your last day, so
all of the managers were let go.
Now I was out on the street
knowing how it felt in a defeat.