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A creative soul?
I think not.
Writing helps me
untie this knot
of my anxiety,
hidden in my mind.
The worry for another;
a caregiver you are,
for your love to do
the best you can
for she is alone
and now so are you.

I knew it was over
as I entered the room,
for I was overcome
with thoughts of gloom.
Why had this meeting,
with my direct boss
giving me a feeling;
one of great loss.
Our small company was renowned
for its technology making ultrasound
equipment using a Sonar technique,
Allowing Real Time imaging of the heart,
was so highly unique.
It was purchased by a large
pharmaceutical company.
Now the "bean counters" were
trimming the staff very heavily.
My boss told me this story
"The company no longer needed me"
letting you know of your last day, so
all of the managers were let go.
Now I was out on the street
knowing how it felt in a defeat.

I feel the angst inside of me
at the news of his hateful debauchery.

I can't lose these thoughts
stuck in the back of my head.
Thoughts so perverse of me
they might wake the dead.
Words come out so fast,
I try to write them all down.
I must look, if you could see,
like a terrible, grotesque clown.
Please dear Lord, I ask for help,
when you hear this prayer,
for I am lost and now alone
in this cold, cold Winter air.

I don't know you,
so I should not care,
if your life is
filled with love or despair.
Realistically, I do
think about you,
for my compassion
and empathy, every day,
is to pray for your Soul
in my own unique way.
You can't be here
surrounded by laughter,
when every day there
is a new World disaster.

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I'll be better this year.
That's what he said.
Father Time just sat there
Shaking his head.
You won't do better
Unless you believe,
That climate change's is needed
in this World, where we breathe.

A flashing of light
across the night takes
takes me back to those
days when Searchlights
galore would brighten
your mind that a
new store was opening.
No TV, to speak of,
a limited choice,
to watch Kukla, Fran and Ollie,
followed by Stan Borenson
and perhaps some news.
One channel, King 5
was what I recall
with fuzzy black and white
pictures, no color at all.

I was told at an early age,
that I was born with a
mid-wife conducting the
happening. Delivered on
the dining room table
of my Maternal Grandparents.
My goodness, I said
what a terrible thing.
But the delivery completed;
a child it did bring.

I wander this Earth alone,
do I,
Searching for love to grow,
not die.
A World of hurt and delusion,
oh my.
Not the best of life will bring,
a sigh.

Far away from this, our distant Sun,
There lies a Star, where life hasn't begun.
An artist's canvas, so far, far away
Will take many years plus one day
To arrive on a very bleak scene,
Of rocky crags, sifting sands, water stream,
Will abound with tropical areas being there
In this most foreign of breathable air.