Cast not stones
or words, sharp.
No matter what
Life is too short.

Stop picking on those,
different, than you.
Uniformity is not desired,
unless you are in the military.

Free thinking,
fresh ideas,
matter more now,
than ever.

Bored?
Write down,
your thoughts,
put them on paper.

I wish I had
a grid of power,
then I would make sure,
the waters hot, to shower,

When the infrastructure fails,
leaving only room for sorrow.
What do we do when
there is no tomorrow?

"A long, cool woman
in a black dress."
A standard of music,
basic uniform for woman?
Black not an exciting color,
but when worn, by a woman,
it makes my heart race,
even at this late stage,
in life. Not dead, yet.

When I start to write,
in this way, it means my
mind is dry, or empty,
and not producing any
notable words.
Thank you for your patience
and understanding.

What kind of person,
hears his wife's pleas
to be with him,
and walks away.

To take away,
what little desire
she has, borders
on criminality

and yet, here I am,
as she asks me to stay.
Pleading to go with me,
every day.

Ravishing, is the word,
I see in thine eyes,
hiding the passion,
which I can't realize.

There is a joy,
I now, clearly see,
of your love for another.
I know it's not me.

I am undeserving
of any love, today,
for my love, forsaken,
has now gone away.

Do you remember the moment,
the first time we met.
I am trying hard to,
but I seemed to now forget.

Before the day is over.
Before the Sun has set,
I will be thinking of you,
with memories, I won't forget.

Do you have time to tomorrow,
to spend some with me
or will you still remember?
I will wait and see.

I loved you when we married,
I still love you today,
even though you don't know me,
You are forever in my memory.

Who in the World,
said, "nothing is free?"
You have your imagination,
belonging only to thee.

You can always travel,
to those faraway lands,
finding many adventures,
on cool, white sand.

Exploring jungles,
many animals to see,
in your dreams,
where they'll be.

Pick up a magazine
or a photography book,
searching the pages
of the photographs took.

You will find your
own story to tell,
about all the travels,
through Glen and Dell.

A current, swirling eddies,
under the Willow tree,
carrying my love
back to thee.

When I am old
and gone away,
will you remember me,
when you pray?

Last night I sat with my wife,
she looked at me saying,
"Are you married?"
Yes, I am, my heart swaying.

"Where is she?", was said.
You're my wife, I did say.
She beamed, with her smile,
"I'm so happy, I like you today."

Being with her, my desire,
to remain close to her.
She's alone, in her mind,
it must be lonely, there.

Tell me, if you can,
directions to a better life.
A place of loving care,
where flowers bloom
and songbirds will sing,
Spring, Summer and Fall.
Flowers growing aside
a garden path, scented
with a sweet perfume.

Come my child,
take my hand,
as we travel to
a faraway land.

Travelling is free,
no need for money,
for it is the land
of milk and honey.

Paths of chocolate,
making you smile,
as we see a
licorice, crocodile.

Flowers of cotton candy,
won't cost you a cent.
They are free
from the oversize tent.

Sailing across
the whipped creme sea,
You must stay
close to me.

Flying high,
across this sweet land
of sunny beaches,
with brown sugar sand.

Blueberry sky's, with
marshmallow clouds,
the land is empty
no gathering crowds.

A path of caramel,
sweet chewy for you,
with dark chocolate
and milk chocolate, too.

When this day
is over and done,
you can be happy,
you can tell, everyone.