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If you don't like
what I write or do,
I understand your
point of view,
as what I write
may be more about me
than about you.

An inane discussion, is what it was.
No rhyme or reason, it was just because.
No logic in the words she said.
No understanding by me,
No rhyme or reason,
As there was nothing there,
Just an angst, full of despair.

A veil of fog covers lawn and tree.
Going out it will also cover me.
I stay inside, a nice warm shelter,
while outside the Virus plays helter-skelter.

A storm,
a port,
on land,
or sea,
trouble brews.
I'll flee,
far across
this land
so grand,
to me.
I will
then see
from what
I flee.

The days that lies ahead
are now full of doubt.
We are told to "Stay in
do not go out",
where the Coronavirus
could soon engage
the elderly and infirm
and compromise your
immune system, any place,
removing you from
Earth's lovely face.

Listen not to what is said
from someone who is brain dead.

A dream,
A vision,
A picture of you.
My heart
will race,
with joy,
Recalling my
memories anew.
Days will go
You will see,
Beautiful thoughts
Are coming
About thee.

For all of the World
a life is to live,
unfortunately not yours
but it's a life to give.

Far below in a canyon of dreams
filled with the shine of wandering streams.
The steeping hills covered with trees
being swept by a steady breeze.
Off in the distance, across the deep aisle
a Crow and Hawk began to beguile.
Soaring up to the heavens above,
the blue of the sky brought us love
and the grandeur of nature's far away
viewing the colors on a beautiful day.

There are times when you cant see,
who in the World, is your enemy.
Don't sit there, so quietly
when all you may know
is your "why?" was a once
and off she would go.
Words that I say,
mean nothing more
for the word "Once"
was most certainly a "We".
This gibberish, I write,
as I have written now,
are words out of order,
something I cannot allow.
My mind is now broken,
my sight is now dim,
for I call to the heavens,
please rid us of him.

I hate not you;
just your wicked ways.
Your selfish behavior
must soon go away.

A Rine, a word,
don't tell me now,
for I wait not
to say, not ever or how.
Why do you bother
with this thing you are?
Don't you know
that a distance so far
will affect thee
no matter what's said
for you will be gone
when this scourge is dead.