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Oh leave me alone.
Take away my phone.
I will stay more alive
If you let me drive.
No matter who you are,
Please don't take my car.

The height of a persons futility
is trying to argue with stupidity.

A hanging element,
passage to the Stars,
on our adventure,
a trip to Mars.
A lifetime's journey,
for a trip so long.
A lonely memory
enshrined in song.
A golden history
for all to see.
Your sacrifices,
will always be,
one so heroic,
in our modern time,
a historic honor,
so very divine.
What is this?
The rambling text
is life's happening
and what is next.
Time travel will be
that moment in time
when I return to thee.

I remember back to the olden days,
laying on the floor, behind the kitchen stove.
On linoleum, metal, no asbestos
to protect the floor from the
excess heat.
Smells of apple pies, in the wood fired oven.
Those days of so long ago, are gone.
So here we are now, along
with all the good thoughts that
we recall.
Fortunately, for me, it's the good
thoughts that I remember, not the bad,
not the memories that make me sad.
Knowing that we won't
come this way again.

Under the water, beneath the Sea
the blackness is calling; it's calling me.
Return to the place where we came from.
Return to life's creative outcome.
The smell of the Sea, the splash of the waves,
is where I belong, not here in a cave,
for of all the wonders, in this great life,
there's no none as loved as my sweet wife.
My thoughts are a shamble of uncertainty,
for I must go now and return to the Sea.

Tell me why.
Tell me more.
Why is this day
One I abhor?

Words make us who we
are, describe what we do.
Words can be gentle or
unkind and cut your soul in two.
Words spoken in anger
cannot be taken back, no
matter the number of times
sorry is said. Yet words
of kindness, of understanding
and love, have more meaning
for all will be remembered,
ad infinitum.

When the lights go out
and I am alone,
although she 's lying
right next to me.
I say all my prayers
for friends fighting disease
that are on my prayer tree.
I have been doing this
every night since
two thousand one three.
I will continue to do
not just for you
but for all that I can.

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For want of a better life, came I
To the shores of this great nation,
With arms a wide, seeking salvation.
I was told that justice would prevail
So I was surprised and taken to jail.
Placed in a cage with my family.
Welcome not to the "Land of the Free."

it is cold and damp
wet leaves on the ground
out comes the rake

The well is dry
or so it seems,
for words that poured
out with little effort,
do not seem to be
anywhere. Not in
my head, not in the room,
nor on the floor
much too soon
to be going dry.
I will write down
to paper, all the words,
that come to me.
That should help
as it did before,
but have my doubts
that will work anymore.
So back again to the ramble
of a crazed mind,
who has no plan,
but little time to sit
and write the words.
I feel on this day
from you my Lord,
I hope and pray
that you will restore
my role, in this plan
that drains my soul,
but can't erase the memories
of days gone by.
Now to write, with some meaning,
not about politics, so demeaning,
but about the beauty, I see
in this great life
and in the joy
when I see my wife.
She is here, in her splendor
and these words I do render.
So let my mind work again
and I'll not be an also ran.