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"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.

Long were the days,
of fulfilled bliss,
Now our days
are an occasional kiss.

She sits with aplomb,
in sweet splendor.
I see her face,
wanting to surrender.

My sadness, for her,
is just under the surface,
of this old man
thinking of life's purpose.

A perpetual feeling
of lost and alone,
as I leave for the day,
heading to my home.

The hopes and dreams of yesterday
are no longer here,
for the memories of a loved one,
have totally disappeared.

I talk to my beloved,
as she tries to say,
words no longer with her,
missing on this day.

My eyes well up,
when I see
the saddened missing,
which is now she.

When Angels live
within a cloud,
your secret thoughts,
are heard aloud.

When memories flee,
from one's mind,
a hopeless feeling
is what I find.

Please take the time
during your busy day,
to keep your memories,
safely, tucked away.

Not to brag, but I consider myself an expert in the field of mental health. That’s because I’ve spent two decades attempting (usually in vain) to decipher the complex inner workings of the minds of children – specifically mine... More at View from the Bleachers ➜