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I ramble here,
I scramble there,
Words are spewed
Everywhere.
No matter the size,
Nor of the care,
They fall to paper
Like dust to coat.
Be they near
Or just remote.
The only idiocy
Is what I write,
That is read by thee.
Like it, I hope,
Care you must
If these words
Are just the output,
Of a minds rust,
That says nothing,
Just nothing.

A small wisp of smoke, among needles fine,
is smoldering under a tall Black Pine.
As a breeze, from the West it came,
creating a blower effect causing a burst of flame.
The spark that started this little blaze,
did, blown by wind, began to amaze.
Those people, who were out, in the trees,
were now in danger with the increased breeze.
A loud exploding fire it was
and consumed many acres because
it was started by a careless camper
who was not aware to damper
the hot ashes from his untended fire
and called in Smokejumpers to this pyre.
We must be careful, when out there,
for this time of year, danger is everywhere.

My green thumb
has turned brown.
My transplants are
shriveled and dying.
I best read more,
to improve my skill.
I've had great luck
with many plants
and provided new starts,
to others so they could plant.

Can you tell me
or at least relate,
when God will open.
Heaven's Gate?
I want to know,
so when it's time,
I can go and see
her through, away from
this time of pain
and memory loss.
A sad refrain
that can be
a moment of joy,
at least for her,
but not for me.

I must say, with little flair
that I feel so much despair,
about the slow destruction of
someone who I dearly love.
Discussions that happened minutes ago
are gone from her mind, that is so
clogged with random questions and thought
that is unclear to me, as I cannot
provide the answers to her question,
not even a slim, remote suggestion.
She behaves like a child again,
except the aging body has much pain.
Conversations we have filled with love
thanks to you, mighty Lord up above.

When our conversation runs amok
And thoughts are jumbled and questions
Asked about today or days past.
No semblance of day or time
Can't read a clock face at any time.
No logic or reason, causes despair,
But the questioner is not aware
And yet, when it's time for bed
The small discussions are in my head.
A question is asked, you see,
"Why is this happening to me?"
There are no tears asking for sympathy,
Just an awareness of something wrong
And in our hearts we must stay strong.

I am very reluctant.
That is not unique.
To look into life's
Mysteries of the World,
That we know well,
Be it great Heaven
Or one of Hell.
Perhaps I will never know
And will soon amaze
The way of life
That has gone away.

I watch you smile,
while I do surmise,
not wanting you to see,
the moisture in these eyes.
Then you say to me again,
"Why is this happening to me?
I was smart
and had a mind,
now there's nothing,
It's so unkind."

What is this place
that we know well?
Is it heaven
or is it hell?
It matters not
for you or me,
but will shorten
the time for our children
and will end humanity.
We must reduce
Global Warming,
for the generations
left to be,
victims of our insanity.

Once again, the Crow came down
to check the rain slicked grass.
Looking for worms to eat.
For those of you, that do not
know, worms will surface,
if there is rain, for they
need to breathe, as they cannot
if there is too much water.
Watch the Crow, tilt their head,
to see the hunting ground.
For hunting is what they do
and it's done with little sound,
but if they discover a source of
food for them, they will caw and
caw some more to advise their
family and their friends.
A Crow, you see, is a very
intelligent creature, that stays
together as family until one
does demise. They are not only smart
but also very wise.

If I want your attention,
Must I hit you in the nose
Or will a new state of tension,
Lead to a war we never chose?

This heart
that beats
within my chest,
does so
with little rest.
An irregular beat,
that skips along
but with rhythm
like a song.
I am
the oldest son,
of this
family mine,
that loves life
of all others,
be they sisters
or our brothers.
We all are
of God's choice,
so please pray
for all your peers,
keeping control
of all your fears.
Hang strong,
I say to you.
You of all
know what to do.