Into the sunset, he did flee,
as if there was something chasing he.
Where to go? Where could he hide?
For he needed shelter, for this ride.
Nervous was he, this lonely man,
running away without a plan.
What must I do to start over,
for I am now very much sober.
I'm just a poor man, all alone,
out on the street, not even a phone.
There was a time when I'd share,
a place with Rats, under the stair.
I did not choose to be this way,
but hard times came on that day.
I'd get a job, using my finesse
but the employer need an address.
Housing is not something I can pursue,
so a PO Box will have to do.

The wand like scepter
in his hand
was made for him
and by his command.
A simple thrust,
a break of wrist
and your thoughts,
tremble and twist.
Who are you?
was often said.
His response was,
"I am Death,
you are dead."

The time spent in this place
has not been divine,
but has been one of love
that our spirits entwine.
A place of love and hate
with friends, yours and mine
are but a lost memory now
best viewed with a glass of wine.

A fair wind blows in
from the sea.
The smell of life's death,
comes wafting to me.
What is the connection,
when there is an urge,
to return to the water,
to hear the waves surge?
An urge with much eland
to come back to the place
where life began.

My thoughts of my friends
and great co-workers, like you
that spurs me along,
for if you only knew,
the love that has carried me through
was the love from many not just a few.

Without rancor
without sin,
oh what a mess
you are now in.

Walking along the bank
of a small stream.
Ice crystals have formed
at the edge of the rushing
current. Remarkable
ice with multi-patterns
over rock and soil.
A lonely Crow squawks
up ahead. Unusual as
the Crows are in pairs.
A low hanging fog,
silences the sounds of
of moving water. All is
quiet now. Where are you
Crow?

The thickest fog.
The sound of a dog,
barking in the muted light.
Early morning hours;
others in bed.
The silence eerie.
No echo of noise.
No matter what I
say or do,
my thoughts keep
coming back to you.
You, the one with
sparkling eyes,
were certainly a prize,
for your elegance
of your smile,
will last for another mile.

Oh leave me alone.
Take away my phone.
I will stay more alive
If you let me drive.
No matter who you are,
Please don't take my car.

The height of a persons futility
is trying to argue with stupidity.