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When I awake, in the morning,
hearing the World news,
I want to run and hide,
it's what I would choose.

We, as people,
are killers, don't stare,
we will kill others,
with little fan fare.

Another mass shooting,
in another town.
What are the reasons,
for shooting kids down?

The World, we live in,
is hateful, I see.
What has happened
to the Great Society?

No more the killing.
No more the strife.
No more the taking
of another one's life.

I'm losing my love,
a little every day,
her memory fades,
keeps going away.

When I sit with her,
close to my side,
I still see my,
young, lovely bride.

How can I ignore her,
why do I try,
as I see,
more memories die.

She says she love me,
and wants to stay.
Please tell me why,
at night, I run away?

You only live once,
but die a thousand times,
when parents and loved ones,
leave, it's very sad times.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

In visible light NGC 1333 is seen as a reflection nebula, dominated by bluish hues characteristic of starlight reflected by interstellar dust. A mere 1,000 light-years distant toward the heroic constellation Perseus, it lies at the edge of a large, star-forming molecular cloud. This Hubble Space Telescope close-up frames a region just over 1 light-year wide at the estimated distance of NGC 1333. It shows details of the dusty region along with telltale hints of contrasty red emission from Herbig-Haro objects, jets and shocked glowing gas emanating from recently formed stars. In fact, NGC 1333 contains hundreds of stars less than a million years old, most still hidden from optical telescopes by the pervasive stardust. The chaotic environment may be similar to one in which our own Sun formed over 4.5 billion years ago. Hubble's stunning image of the stellar nursery was released to celebrate the 33rd anniversary of the space telescope's launch. Watch: Planet Earth's annual Lyrid Meteor Shower

Bluish-green butterfly
flits through the air,
happiness and joy,
follows you, everywhere.

My life is chaotic.
It is a mess.
I'm losing control,
I now confess.

Rattle the cage,
please let me stay,
I'm missing you now.
I've gone away.

Earth Day is an annual event celebrated on April 22 since 1970, to demonstrate support for environmental protection. It is an important reminder that we all have a role to play in protecting the planet. Together, we can create a more sustainable future for ourselves and for generations to come. 
Credit for the Earth Day idea goes to Gaylord Nelson, an American politician from Wisconsin and leading figure in the fight against environmental degradation and social injustice. "It may have been Gaylord Nelson’s idea, but American citizens made it happen”. Rachel Carson, a marine biologist and best-selling author provided the spark for this movement with the 1962 publication of her book, "Silent Spring" which showed the devastating effects of modern pesticides on the natural world. Read more about the origin of Earth Day

Thinking of you,
as I sit in this room,
sans the memories
of impending gloom.

I'm at a loss,
knowing not, what to do,
when you say,
"I no longer love you."

These words, I hear,
fill up my head.
The worst fear of all,
You are not my stead.

I know it's not you,
with your belligerent display,'
for when you are angry,
I will walk away.

I tire again, after
hearing these words,
"It's not her fault"
have become absurd.

Dumb are the words,
coming from my head.
Funny in nature,
saying them, I dread.

An exercise in futility,
everything, above all.
Doing it this way,
I'm sure I will fall.

To fall from grace,
knowing as we do,
makes me wonder
and think about you.

I may never see you,
in this life again.
One thing is certain,
you will always be my friend.

I am writing, now,
with zero restraint,
will write words,
praying they won't taint.

The subtle malice,
of this draft,
hopefully, it's sane,
more likely it's daft.

My mind is behaving,
like a pinball machine,
with thoughts, crazy,
or somewhere in between.

Not good to write,
in this careless way,
unless your heart's
in utter dismay.

He rode a painted horse,
dappled, white and brown.
His daily adventure,
a trip into the town.

He rode a way,
to the pub he knew.
Drinking too much,
His horse knew what to do.

The horse, meandered
through darkest night,
taking him home,
under dismal starlight.

The moral of this story,
etch in your head.
Don't drink and drive,
ride a horse instead.