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Saturday, November 01, 2008

Life is what life is

We do the best

We can

And history

Law

Government

Society decides

But what about

Things that the above

Minimalisms

Is there something more?

Is there a spiritual element?

Is there a mystical/magically element?

In life we do the best we can

And who/what judges the results

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

There was a time

Whether it was the best of times

Or the worst of times

Or just neutral…

At least I was much younger…

Age is the crucial factor…

The worst of times

When we are young

Last a brief time

Youth and quick recovery

Are hand in hand

Age, that is old age

And topical arthritis creams

Are hand to hand

Or rather tube

To hand

To affected spot

And the trial of dealing

With emotion

There is no known topical

For that…

Who ever said youth

Is wasted on the young

Was optimistic

Monday, June 09, 2008

Don’t expect light

The world is full of darkness

Light does exist

But lately seems to be overwhelmed

We must hold to the light we find

Don’t expect light

The world is full of darkness

Light does exist

But lately seems to be overwhelmed

We must hold to the light we find

Allow me my place
Show me a modicum of
Respect
I am not you
I am not the one who is not you
I’m someone else
You have never met someone like me
You have never conceived of someone like me
You probably fear that someone like me exists
Good

There once was a girl from Madrid

Who bought a high quality lid

The high was insane

But the bucks where a drain

But then she was just a wild kid

Friday, May 02, 2008

Spring has sprung

The lilac is blooming

The spring flowers

Have bloomed

But I am still

Stuck

In the doldrums of winter

My soul is still frozen

Perhaps it’s

Just old age

Or maybe

Just …

Thursday, April 03, 2008

The classic poem

The road not taken

Give me a brake

Never that simple

Just two choices

Life is just

Not that simple

I am or might be

At a cross roads

And the options are

More then I can understand

Sunday, March 30, 2008

As days reach into night

Call me sick

Call me whatever

But I prefer night

Strangely

I prefer night

The cancelled

The less then revealed

The partially secret

That which is not known

Sunday, February 03, 2008

There once was a man from New York

Who dined on barbecue pork

Although he dressed well

Fixed his hair with some gel

He really was a big dork