Walk the path
after tomorrow is gone.
Speak not a word,
sing not a song.
Music will settle
the beast within,
unless, of course
it is not
a Mortal Sin.
Exhale it now.
Rid your lungs
of the musty air;
the ancient dust.

Throw back your head,
Eyes to the sky.
Let out a howl
To quiet your nerve.
Do you feel better
Or do you feel worse?
The words now written
are found in this verse.

My words
now written,
lay on the floor.
All were rejected;
won't be used anymore,
for my mind is vacant,
no thoughts grow there
is my latest recant.
Disappeared in the air.

I have searched the World over
trying to find
The person I lost who was
intelligent and kind.

I lost your memory,
in the vastness of space.
Were we connected, so long ago?
Worlds apart? I want to know.
I felt a tremble, when we first met
wasn't sure if we had yet,
the years and lives, from long ago,
are passed and will no longer show.
I feel strangely, if we've loved before.
Perhaps this is the feeling,
I spoke of before.
Do you believe in life after death?
I believe I do.
How about you?

Have I played into your hands?
Do you control me with your demands?
Need I distance myself, afar?
I know you for who you are.

How do you write,
when the sounds,
in your mind,
are interspersed with music,
emotionally entwined.
The music in the chamber
of this aged mind, seeps
as I hear the sound of
"As My Guitar Weeps",
with the harmony of voices
of Clapton and McCarthy ring
of our lives together
as they beautifully sing.

The winds of time lost, have returned,
back again, without a word about spurned
questions raised, of where has time gone.
When reflected on your past, in song,
a collection of words, from long ago,
about the loss of love. I know
no matter the order, lost in time,
I'll think of you always; as mine.
Not a possession or something once owned
but a time when we were both alone.

There are no words
to charm and beguile,
these thoughts of mine
when seeing your smile.

I'm awake. It is 2:30 A. M.
All I hear in my head
is the words "The Candy Man Can."
Why in the World will I succumb
to this continuous musical sound
in my ears at the early time
when I remember it was a TV Ad
using the Music not the words,
and now, my mind is benign.
Do you suppose it is a sign?

Weep for me the Giant said.
Weep for me, though I'm not dead.
Weep for those, who's lives were lost.
Weep for those, not the cost
of moving quickly on lives which matter,
using many words; just idle chatter.
No thought to give for large or small,
treat them kindly; treat them all.

I awake with a start,
as there was a howl,
the bark of a dog,
the hoot of an Owl.
Why did I awake
at this time of the morn?
I do not know,
but I'm glad I did,
for a water pipe was leaking
and I heard the sound
of water running.
Check all the rooms,
until the last one,
where I found the floor wet.
I placed my hand where
the sound was heard
and my hand slipped
on the painted wall.
Went quickly to the
main shut off valve.
I removed the wall board
using a knife and small saw.
There it was. A small brad,
or nail to you, which had hit
the pipe many years ago
and had finally penetrated
to the point the water could
escape.
Love those Shop Vacuums
which suck up water.
Called a plumber the next
day and was back with a
hole to patch and repaint.
Oh the joy of being a
homeowner.