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Long lay the moss,
upon the old tree,
much like a life,
full of misery.

It's hard to remove,
but we must try,
to improve our lot,
when cows fly.

A silly word,
perhaps, one or two,
but who cares anymore,
it's probably not you.

Heavy the heart,
on this sunny day,
my loved one with me,
but her memories, gone away.

Flames erupting, from below.
Smoke billowing chokes the air.
I look around, the barn is burning.
There is fire everywhere.

Volunteer firefighter was I.
A barn, with horses in stalls,
was afire, smoke everyplace.
Moving horses outside, as ember falls.

Fire engine, pump truck, working hard,
pumping water on the flames.
Wooden barn, burning bright.
Hours later, wooden beams and ash remains.

Blazing lights
attacked my eyes.
A cosmic disturbance,
from out the skies.

Colors of red and green,
flashing lights,
as thunder clashed,
late Spring aerial fights.

"I’ve always maintained, rightly or wrongly, that if necessity is the mother of invention, boredom is the midwife of art. Most of my artist pals would probably disagree, but I can only speak for myself. If I were busy with a job or a family or any of a countless other enterprises, I doubt I’d stay up late to find the time to make art". Read more 

Not liking this life,
which has come to me,
a hapless journey,
to our destiny.

I see,
as you walk by,
a happy morning,
a sad goodbye

Plucking lemons,
from life's tree,
a piquant experience,
at least for me.

Please don't tell me
how to live,
for my love is
mine to give.

I appreciate
all you do,
but, come on,
it's about you.

Let me be where
I am alone.
If I need you
I'll text or phone.

Thanking you for
your friendship, thine,
are loved my me
and in my mind.

A life is lost,
it's gone away,
never to return,
for love and play.

It hurts when
when you lose a friend.
One who knows you
and does not pretend.

How far the reach,
if justice will demand,
you accept responsibility,
for all your deeds.