Will you love me tomorrow,
when I've gone my way?
Or will I soon be forgotten,
all memories gone from here,
as the light in my Soul,
until the flame dies?

Be the light
not the darkness,
in this life we live.
There will be a tomorrow;
Another chance to succeed.

Sleep the sleep,
sleep like the dead.
Sleep until the ache
is gone from my head.

My love for you,
still glows in my heart,
although mentally,
we have grown apart.

Someone asked me,
one time in school,
"Why do you take Home Economics?"
I replied, because there are mostly girls.
What else do you say,
when your bodies afire,
and those raging hormones
shrink your teen age brain.
I shall not answer,
I won't try to explain,
as I will not suffer,
for my youthful disdain.

Hello neighbors,
hello my friends.
Writing these words
not to make amends,
but to say, I appreciate you
for your response,
when my writing is crude.
I won't apologize for
the content I wrote,
for there are times,
when my mind was broke.
I write out the words,
I hear in my head,
there are some lively,
but many are dead,
from overuse ,by a hack,
very much like me.
I hope you understand
my writers disability.

Hearing the sound of your voice,
when you are close to me,
sparks the light within
as I recall our earlier we.

When the darkest night falls,
there is no sound or noise.
A gradual sliding of grey to black

Oft flows the river,
fed by many streams,
towards the great, vast Sea,
bringing the rich nutrients.
We are great polluters.
We have ruined many lands
but we now must control
the pollution causing climate change
or there will be no tomorrow
for our children or their offspring.

A creak,
a noise,
a swaying tree
as wind pummels
the branches,
drooping above.
Dead wood will
fall to the ground,
so old, so brittle.

Are there feelings
in the words I write?
Do they bring meaning to
or are they just trite?

I write the words
which will soon bring
forth the joys,
a good life thing.
Be kind to others,
take children under your wing
and the joy of this life
will bring words we can sing.

From the minds of others,
story links will flow,
based upon assumptions
and with a writers skill.
What captures your interest?
Read the words which they wrote
from imagination, or life experiences.
No matter the source, think
of the words, now trapped
in your head. Do you agree
with the words written or said?