A shortness of breath,
a gasping for air,
are warning signs,
you must be aware.

Go to a doctor
or check yourself in,
to an urgent care unit,
take care and you'll win.

Lighting flashing overhead.
I awoke with a start,
not knowing where I was,
in my chair but not the cart.

The cart, was not needed,
a bad dream was gone,
no need to worry,
I was not in the great beyond.

Her hair,
long and shiny,
to her shoulders fell.
Blonde was the color,
blue were her eyes.

The voice of an angel,
soft, like a summer breeze.
The way she could
control the setting
with the words of a song.

Her name, was Lenora,
love was the game.

Riding a horse,
down an old trail,
not realizing it was,
now loose shale.

Shale for you,
not knowing about shale stone,
will understand when
all your footing is gone.

It's easy to slide,
on your hands and feet,
across shale field.
Just don't fall on your seat.

Is it time to gather,
to rebel, against the
ineffectiveness of our
elected officials?
Working together for
the common good, instead
of just the party agenda.
Perhaps, I'm wrong.

What walk of life,
do I hear,
is not knowing,
my biggest fear.

The damnations of Hell,
are upon thee,
in that dark, den of iniquity,
you call home.

May the demons, who
haunt you at night,
depriving you of the
sleep you desire,
be successful.
Let the Fate of the World,
burn your soul, into ashes.

Here, at my desk, I sit,
feeling a sudden feeling
of loneliness.

Is this feeling,
coming from me or
from the changes I see in her.

Hating this feeling, at this
moment.

As blindness approaches
the rays of the Sun,
carve out images,
in my mind,
of better days,
and happier times.

Streaking lights,
lightning flashes,
mar my senses,
a pathway to my soul.

How did life start this way?
Do I need to leave,
stay? should I,
or go I must, where,
the sun doesn't shine
while deranging my mind.

Existing for the sake of being,
is our right in this world,
no matter your religion,
life choice or ethnicity.
Every individual has the right
to exist. Everyone.

Damn the Dalmation,
whose coat has all
those damnable spots.
Who looks like that?

Polka dot spots,
what a sight to see,
perhaps, some booties,
the color red I see.

Wasting away,
without any time.
No more complaining,
no more the whine.