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I woke today, just like yesterday, but with winters rain against my window pane, on this summers day, was wrong!, , no sunlight shadow crossed my bedroom there, no birdsong noone to care, and the light would dim, lie down and die, forsaken who? you or I? brave we stand, hand in hand, with those who care, are always there, and tomorrow will be, with or without you or me.

Knock knock... it's 'Pain'
undesired and devoid of humane
If you don't know me you will
I'm impossible not to feel

From me nothing can hide
in me all inevitably reside
Often suicides the only mend
like time I'm til the end

Like evil I perpetually lurk
eagerly awaiting next poor jerk
I'm especially significant with love
there I shine at the end of

That's right I'm PAIN
the epitome of VAIN
My relevance nothing can top
shattering lives I'll never Stop

Like life I'm completely unfair
we both conducive to despair
Like a dreaded terminal disease
I'll have you begging "Please"

Never think it's me you'll lack
when least expected "I'll be back"

Space and time mean what?, How long have I got in this spot? For space to exist, we need time, for time to exist we need space, what does that mean for the human race? We exist in our own personal paradigm, what we believe is true for all our time, we don't know, and we can't believe it's all a show, time and space, law of gravity, you can't fall up? clear for all to see!? But, the Theory of Relativity is not what it seems to be, the greatest minds and all their finds are subject to scrutiny, creation is just imagination, and tomorrow we could fall up if we want to, its up to me and its up to you.








Nothing EVER ceases to exist, it changes form

So, we are here today, where were we yesterday? Before we were born where were we? Cultivated in our mothers tummy!,,, So, where were we before the "act" we cant remember thats a fact, and where will we be when we cant see, back to the start? Hear the beat of our mothers heart? Then start again, a new creation? (lets hope we build a better nation)

With heart against mind
you find yourself drawn
to that love's tale spinning... forming ...
That hope for its happy ending
increasingly growing ...

Yet often, not as simple as that ...
Heart's unfounded fears ... mind's tormenting demons
can conspire against love's bud
where it's at ...
Stifled of light
before it gets the chance to grow ...
Denied the chance
to blossom and its seeds to sow ...

You hold on as devotedly as you can ...
Fight the damning cold winds
that threaten your heart for this man ...
But like a slippery hand,
it slides out of your loving grasp,
The birthing bond,
as surely, gets unclasped ...
Still ... not like Freya you'd wish to be..
blamed on love that hindered her
with clarity to see ...
For it's fears, bitterness, or hate
that blights the eyes to go blind,
from letting the light of mind and heart to shine through
like a guiding beacon ... the homeward path to find ...

The poem's title need not be so ,
for as long the delicate balance
we remember, accept, and know ...
Our reasoning is that which whereto should steer us,
with love's brightness from the heart
gently assisting ...
To help us through what hinders awaiting ...
Where thereby lies
the wisdom of this delicate equilibrium,
which ... if not done ... will time and again
cause heartbreaking delirium ...

Guns the perpetrators not criminal scum
to demented ideology, we'll never succumb
2nd Amendment liberal's thirst to negate
republics Constitution others yearn to eradicate

Reason behind confiscating our arms Nefarious
infantile arguments rarely less than hilarious
Guns shooting themself has certain appeal
pistol gangs annihilating street gang's ideal

Guns mostly irrelevant in unspeakable crimes
one people maliciously perpetuate olden times
Quit demonizing the poor innocent guns
in DC mendacity delivered in tons

Guns can't kill their handlers do
advocate intrepidly about what's actually true
Fear Not indoctrinated fools deemed 'Woke'
on unfounded bullshit they'll inevitably choke

'We The People' shan't relinquish protection
for America and her Patriots preservation






copyright 2/25/22

I don't want to play this numbers game, life has changed, its not the same, only yesterday I was 2 and 1, where the hell has that gone?, Woke up today, what can I say, I'm now 6 and 1, that didn't take long, so I suppose tommorrow will be the same for you and me, I wonder , can we deduct 2 or 3, or minus -- it all, before we fall, into negative equity, unfortunately, its not up to you or me. The End.

As the setting sun appears
I see you off to sail nearer its horizon...
Your memory I most hold dear ,
will always hope for your return, is my decision ...

And as the light in the sky is fading fast ,
your ship moving farther
into the sea's immense vast....
I wish that you carry with you
my words like a distant faint voice
calling,
familiar from the times with me
remembering ...

Where no more falling of sadness' tears ,
no more grappling with crippling fears ,
Only warmth of safety back in my enfolding arms,
no more worry you will come to grievous harm ...
I someday hope to see
you sailing back to me once more ,
heading off to ... never ever leave ...
my waiting loving shores ...

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naked Winter trees
thrashed by freezing wind and rain
now bearing Spring buds