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I tire when
I keep writing prose,
as the words fly forth,
spewing from my mind.
Writing quickly,
before my hands,
start to cramp,
like they are now.
What are you saying?
Using a lost word
which borders on being
completely absurd.
A finished product,
sometimes a few.
Don't ask me how,
I just do.

A Tumbleweed, a remarkable plant,
which propogates with a wind aided dance.
Across the ground, wind swept they go,
until stopped by a fence line
or out building, although
the brush will pile high, reaching
up to the sky. The brush has stickers
and will grab on fast, with a
grip from an ancient past.

When I first saw her,
she looked like a waif.
Some one to talk with
at a leisurely pace.
An accent, a little heavy,
I can now understand
for her soul so deep
She was in command.

I keep out of view
for this I see,
someone else is
looking at me.
A brown eyed stranger,
my concern is he
a threat of danger?

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

This was an unusual sky. It wasn't unusual because of the central band the Milky Way Galaxy, visible along the image left. Most dark skies show part of the Milky Way. It wasn't unusual because of the bright meteor visible on the upper right. Many images taken during last week's Perseid Meteor Shower show meteors, although this Perseid was particularly bright. This sky wasn't unusual because of the red sprites, visible on the lower right. Although this type of lightning has only been noted in the past few decades, images of sprites are becoming more common. This sky wasn't unusual because of the nova, visible just above the image center. Novas bright enough to be seen with the unaided eye occur every few years, with pictured Nova RS Ophiuchus discovered about a week ago. What was most unusual, though, was to capture all these things together, in a single night, on a single sky. The unusual sky occurred above Zacatecas, Mexico. Notable APOD Image Submissions: Perseid Meteor Shower 2021

Photo by Daniel Korona

Starry, starry night,
a song about Vincent Van Gogh's life.
Inspired by his painting with
the same name. The picture painted,
when Vincent was incarcerated in
a mental institution.
Don McLeans lyrics and music are
stuck in my head.
"Starry, Starry Night."

My love is yours for the taking.
No pledges or promises needed.
Just be yourself, today and tomorrow.
Perhaps we will then reverse bad deeds.
What goodness, caring for one another
as this life begins to close down.
We can hold each other closely,
without shedding a tear, for lost love.

What is it which is said?
"I've got to slow down
this spending burn."
Spending more money
than you can earn,
will result in much debt,
unless you have money to burn.

When your World crumbles
like castles of sand
and the life you know
is not yours to command,
it's the time to stand,
raising your voices up high
and protest, you must,
so all we'll know why.
This is your fight.
Do you live or just die?

There is a rule, always written,
never spoken.
A rule within this mind,
"Be not cruel, be not unkind."
No matter the shape or the size,
tell the truth, no more lies.

First comes the light
of a glowing dawn.
Look then to the grass,
which is very brown.
Green the color seen
in the Spring
is gone away, after a
Summer swing.
Look for objects with
a lingering dew.
I know you will find them,
you always do..
When sunbeams hit the
window pane,
the heat is intense
as if a flame.
Linger not long
in this climate shame.

My sanity is slowly, slipping away.
I'm not myself; it's what I know,
so I had better get with it
and start up the show,
by writing these words, while I still can,
before I can persue, becoming a man.
What does it mean, what I just wrote?
I know not and can't explain,
what is happening to me.
Please help me understand,
for I feel lost and alone,
in a desert, without sand.