Words become a topic,
when used to describe,
a collection of words,
into a finished document.
This was what I was trying to
convey in this December 2020 writing,

Sometimes, historical events,
become a hysterical "bent",
when emotions, seize the day
and citizens, want to vent.

Talk to me about the agression,
you see in people's eyes,
just before they succumb,
and innocents dies.

What kind of world, do we live in,
when among the hues and cries,
and one side is in chaos,
while the other side dies.

She stood in front of me,
Sans clothing, just a stare.
A beautiful woman,
with long black hair.

My throat was dry,
for I was aware,
I couldn't speak about the woman,
with the long, black hair.

Many, many years ago,
Twas when I went to sea,
when I enlisted in the
United States Navy.

Nineteen years of age,
still wet behind the ears.
Away from home, first time,
battling youthful fears.

Stationed in San Diego,
aboard a Destroyer Escort, DE.
Chipping paint and repainting,
then I went to sea.

Many years have gone by
and if the need was as then,
I would re-enlist,
once more, once again.

Have we become,
home to The Great Unwashed?
A society of lies and madness,
no matter what the cost.

Do enjoy your life,
which you have today
or are their times when,
you want to run away.

Should I retreat
and simply run away,
for there is nothing special,
to cause me to stay.

Sometimes, we are invited,
but we fail to see the note.
Sometimes, we applaud,
or actually have a vote.

Green was the grass,
near somewhere I'd be,
down by the river,
where you could find me.

Were you ever lonely?
Did you think you'd see,
a black and white caterpillar?
I ask, for that was me.

I have changed,
now I can go up high,
pretty I am, as,
a black and white butterfly.

There was a little bit of nothing,
sitting in the road.
A small voice said, "Hey! I'm something,
My name is Alqaisis Toad."

"I'm a very small amphibian,
not much of a load,
but I know I'm something,
when I'm sitting on the road."

"Would you ever stop for me,
a stumpy amphibian, that tiptoed,
for this small amphibian,
who was sitting in the road?"

Remember to drive slowly,
when going to your abode,
for you may see small amphibians,
who like to sit on the road.

Why has life become,
not fun anymore?
It's the same game,
when we don't keep score.

My life has more sadness,
with an aching desire,
for my emotions,
are now on fire.

Will you remember,
the vows we made,
when with another?
Someone said.

Forewarned the wind,
of events, yet to come.
Bad news for many,
Good news for some.

Once, our lives were,
joyous and peaceful,
next the attacks,
so blatantly willful.

Attacking the innocent,
elsewhere, abroad,
In the name of
a different God.

Are you a skeptic,
of things you, see?
I am, at the moment,
for I cannot see, thee.