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Have you had a dream without you there?
Looking for something, that you're not aware?
Some say it's a hidden message of a love
From someone not here, but is up above,
In the heavens, as God's favored child.
If that is true, wouldn't that be wild?

For a want of life
and freedom too,
I must do what
I must do.
Cross the border
to get away,
from the threat of death
and my children's starvation,
by coming to this country
for a precious education.
Is this wrong? Yes it is,
but a better life is what I seek.
I work hard for what I do,
so hate me not, as I try to stay
in this great country, the U. S of A.

There is a beast in everyone,
There is a beast in me.
Most people control their own
And do not set it Free.

I run, I seek, but cannot find
the key to this heart of mine.

That loveliest of smiles,
That cute, silly grin,
The love that I see,
Coming from within.

You walk with grace,
No matter the time,
So I must say,
Wherever the place,
The love I feel
Will be set in space.

Thus, you my friend,
That's what you are,
A beacon of light;
The shiniest; a star.

You listen to me
As I relate my fear
And comfort is brought,
By your being near.

Dear heart, please stay,
Bring me your strength,
To face every day
With grace from God,
Will keep fear away.

My wife loves these flowers

In this darkest hollow of my mind,
I find myself, lost and alone,
Nevermore to see my love.
The way she was, when we were young,
Why her? I ask these words
As the absurdity of this disease is
Fraught with frustration of knowing not,
What to do when the mind moves away,
From our Mortal being.

I hear these words, in my head.
"It's 4 AM, go back to bed.

From stubby stem
to a bud, I suppose
it grows into a Rose.
Through the Spring,
as the Summer goes,
now it is
an aging Rose.
Time will pass again
through Winter's cold,
and I do suppose,
There will be a Rose.

Nothing like a flower to brighten the day

Is there an outline,
that can define
the strength
of a man's
character?
Lying to yourself
becomes a large bother
when you take
and lie to another,
be it your wife,
sister or brother.
Care not of you,
what passes today
or the damage to do
all that you say.

Playing in a coaches league. Soccer in early Spring,
At Marymoor Park, it was a Male thing.
I had just received a pass from my mate,
When a player, from the other team
Hit me from behind, as I was kicking the ball.
My foot hit the ground, with a sizeable force.
I heard a SNAP, my ankle of course.
I limped to the side, swearing in vain
For I started to feel this terrible pain.
I sat down next to some friends
And took off my shoe on the injured leg.
Taking my foot out of the shoe
And watched as my foot swelled to almost
Double it's size. I was helped to my car,
Across a very wide ditch and drove
To our home, thankful for automatic.
I pulled into the driveway, which was on a slope,
Honked the horn, looking for help.
My wife came out and rescued me.
Going across the street to see
Our neighbor who was an Orthopedic, M. D.
He drove me down to his office
In Redmond, where he put on
A soft cast, up to my knee
To make sure I had circulation.
I went to the store and got me some crutches
And would meet the Dr. the next day.
He put me in a cast above my knee.
The pain, I recall was like stabs of
Fire, especially when I dropped my
Foot from my desk drawer, where it rested.
A short story but there is more to tell
About driving to Lincoln City, for vacation.