If I say I need you,
it's not all in my head.
If I say I knead you,
I must be making bread.
The "K" is silent in
English, I know,
instead of being "guttural"
in the Germanic style.
The word kinder
is German for child.

Jump up and down
you old, aged clown.
Please leave us now.
Just get out of town.

The morning dew kisses
the flowers in bloom,
bringing a new brightness
to the morning gloom.
Sparkling reflections
from the Sun's early rays,
bring all of the joy
to viewing the grandest of days.

Bring forth the noise.
Bring forth the sound,
of wind chimes at night
with the cry of an Owl.

When your stomach starts
talkin trash to thee,
your lactose intolerance
may be a new allergy.

It is no longer a day.
It is too early for night
as the first stars appear,
bringing us a Twilight.

Here I am Lord,
sitting with pen in hand.
You made me no promises
of when my time would end.
My life has shortened,
as the days pass by.
I will not ask you
if I can still write Goodbye.

The insanity I feel,
will hopefully, soon pass,
for if it doesn't,
my style of writing,
will no longer play,
for I write of love,
hate and dismay,
of being unable to
complete another sentence today.

My thoughts are a jumble,
No longer from me,
for I've lost control.
It's now time to flee;
to run from here,
as quick as I can,
and become for the moment,
the old Nowhere Man.

Weep not for I,
for I march alone,
across the plains
to the unknown.
Near the crater,
amongst the trees,
to a place which
will not freeze.
Dumb are these words,
in this strange verse,
for I say out loud,
this is my dearth.

From this World,
which has gone asunder,
from the Virus,
with sounds of thunder,
making up lies, about the voting.
Insurrection and guilty plunder
of the voting rights of others.
Is there no shame of what you do
as you assault all voters,
all voters, except for you.

My head is spinning,
going around and around.
It's quite odd in the spin
as I hear not a sound.

The fire had grown dim
from an old flame from the past.
A hungering inflection of the way
we were then. Another time,
another lost dream, has returned
to this life, no matter the cost.
It's not what it seems
for the love of another, has never
crossed this floor. A short stay here,
at least not any more.

I am so shallow,
so shallow am I.
If I had any courage
I would ask you why.
Why you ignore me
day after day,
when all you would
have to do, is say,
leave me alone,
just go far away
for I haven't the time
for you on this day.

What about me? What about you.
Isn't there anything we can do,
About your memory loss,
Or dreams of the past.
Most of your long term memory
is gone now; short term memory bad.
For you can't remember anything
of the conversation we just had.

Years ago, when light was gray;
Before the dawn of a coming day.
I arose early to watch the Moon,
traverse the Sky, like a Loon.
An object with a shape of long
forgotten material, lay among
the branches of a Maple tree,
awaiting the love, escaping me.
Far away from the lonely abode,
upon Death's horse, he rode.

Where are you now,
my elusive friend.
Was it something I said,
from which you ran?
Tell me, please tell me
for this life will soon end.
An end of friendship, my dear friend.

A sound,
a noise,
a smell
of decay,
as our
earthly body's
life ebbs,
from our soul
and will
be what,
becomes now,
in our
own dismay.

Whence came you,
oh, forgotten one.
Is it true you were,
the eldest Son
of one who was
from the very best.
The largest Star,
living in the West?
Tell me now,
will you please,
for I am in prayer,
down on my knees.

Do not ponder,
Do not dwell.
My soul tells my body,
were on a slow ride to Hell.
I no longer have control
of my body or my mind.
It matters not
if the words are unkind.
Go from this place.
Go now and flee.
Keep hiding your face
from those who can't see,
the pain inside you,
from deep within,
who haven't a clue
of the pain you are in.