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Take care old fool cause nobody else wants to dig you out of your pool

Yes many will come to suggest a way some that may save the day
yet, it's still ultimately our choice of how we want to play

The old cliche ye can lead a horse to water but, can't make him drink
how often it makes us ponder and think

See how youth laughs and plays through all those lost and forgotten summer days

Now our eyes are old and dim and life is viewed in a haze

When we thought we couldn't wait to be cool and grown up now we sit in bed or chair hoping not to spill our cup

As we take our pills and eat the swill looking through the glass feeling like a stupid a**

Watching the world pass us by reflecting those moments of joy that made us cry
Even the sorrows seem to be a joyful sigh

The face we see counting the lines and scars though we wear them with honor under a crimson sky as we wipe the tears from our eyes.

Where is our reward but, to feel the reaper's sword as he prods us along that final path in the hope to reach the house of a mysterious lord

There are no promises in this life nor warranty implied to avoid the strife
Yet, we have choices and paths to walk and much idle talk

We may have had many loves and friends to comfort us along the way with many life's lessons, their value is never a waste for they are our guides and teachers in bringing us to ourselves

No matter how old we get or feel one thing is certain upon meeting the end of our time, mommy and daddy we cry for in leading us through the dark and uncertainty sublime

A journey we all must take alone though we are given the hope of a shepherd to lead us to his home.

Memories of our life may flash before us the good and bad alike those footprints in the sand we look for along the hike
We wonder who will be holding our hand when we reach our final stand

Will our folks and long lost friends be there to welcome us to a banquet that never ends?

One can only hope for such a meet
In the meantime let us pray that our lord will our soul he keeps

When I first moved out I spent 80 dollars on my Christmas tree
Tree was 30
Lights were about 20
Ornaments, star and garland about 30
That was 1996
I have added different ornaments since then
I try to add one new one each year
Snoopy, Simpsons, Southpark, Bugs Bunny, hockey puck
That last few years I have added National Lampoon's Christmas
This is the first time I have spent over 100 dollars on three ornaments
It has Clark, his wife Ellen, and his two kids, Audrey and Rusty
You connect them together with a special power cord
When you press one, then they act out scenes from the movie
Each one lights up as they talk to each other
The whole thing revolves around scenes related to getting the Christmas tree
It takes about three minutes
I can't wait to put it on my tree this weekend

Tobacco on the wind
I catch it rarely
the first strike of a cigarette
before it gets stale
allows me to transcend time
sends me back to the days
of my Uncle,
stained fingers and fishing stories
rolled his own
Yesterday I caught the smell of smoke
in the country
turned out it was a beekeeper
going about his business
it wasn't such a sweet smell
but it had a similar entrancing effect.

Into the night I follow. Shadows and ghosts are hollow into the future I creep taking away the night to freak as I seal winding rounds are around winding truths make a sound. Into the night I flee to seek to find a place for me to stake. A shadow of light approaches I kneel to take it on as I heal into the night I flee into the night I flee. Sounding so harsh I take away from the moment. Into the night I go. To find a place for me to show. Into the night you get a fright you take flight to end the darkness of the forever night. Into the night I go. Into the night I let it go, approvals not necessary I run to stay I stay to run into the night I flee.

Coming round looking down the enemy that always around keep my feet solid chosen memories come through I am not clouded by you I see your art I swear we’re apart but similarly taken bound repeating sounds I stay in one place for eternity do you dare take my seat. A memory that’s haunting a belief that’s thwarted let me die let me go I have no more empathy for the show stay away stay clear I’m outta here. Death is not so much a stranger as a friend he never gave up he never gave in. Western foot stamps aloud I cry the raven is in your eye a fountain of life spring into copper I state of mind i will not wonder i will not take a chance to pass this entrance I fall back and turn again back to memories. Awakened of stealth I die today to lead my freedom parade, I guess your stress I’m right nicely dressed. Sages flowers taken but sour ignite the light to run again to freedom what a state I escalate. Today I’m free I scream. So let me be.

Ah the joy of being ghosted
as you ponder the last thought posted

It starts out like a wonderful time discussing many thoughts of introduction
The hopeful ideas come to mind could this be the one for to make such a production of affections?

Or is it all a load of crap with a subtle face slap? Hence, watch what people do vs what they say while they are just out to play

Yep it doesn't have to be the time of Samhain to have someone drive you insane
They can play their games anytime you arrange

Yet, to be mindful of investment in a few moments of correspondence
Nothing lost but, a few minutes to kill for a cheesy thrill

Yet a note to tell when someone rings your bell you have the option to play for a spell or direct them to go to Hell

In this arena it's a wonderful game
Chatting up a storm with a beautiful dame
Yet, consider the cost basically nothing lost

Easy come Easy go just go with flow there is no rhyme or reason why people do what they do
Just don't let it happen to you.

Stop by when you can't stay so long
Come and dance to a lovely song

When you heard enough don't be so gruff
just leave silently in a huff no explanation no courtesy of a reason why or a long goodbye.

No reply is a reply fret not the reason why
Just consider whatever was said
they were only f*cking with your head

One moment they want to learn of your story and everything appears to be honky dory
The next you wonder what you said or did when suddenly you get ghosted

Yes it's a unique game playing with people's emotions within such a unique ocean

Yet, to consider the time invested a few moments of correspondence a relationship does not make to be tested

Faces here come and go except maybe those who been here for ages who eventually become sages

Nevertheless, thanks for stopping by, here's mud in your eye!
Come back again when you can't stay so long like motel 6 the light is occasionally on to hear your song

Ah, but be mindful when they stop listening that's when to worry and then it's probably time to change your story.

We all believe that life changes from second to second
and whatever we do cannot be undone, my experience
transformed me to become like a ship in a bottle, the
poem I wrote in 2013. For years I suffered from Diabetes
that terrible night I was ill and taken to the local hospital,
on arrival I was taken to intensive care, I was told my leg
needed amputation, I was naive on this matter so I
reluctantly agreed, a week later the operation took place.
When I awoke and later sent to a recovery ward, I realised
over time my life would change with no actual future, I
reflected on the ship in the bottle, how it was confined
never to sail, I identified this was me now virtually living
in a glass dome with no future ahead of me, was the
operation worth the end result. I was living death, maybe
I should have risked and fought the infection with drugs.
Yes this whole scenario was a game changer. What if the
Surgeon had been mistaken and acted inappropriately,
It seemed too late now committed to being a cripple for
the rest of my natural life, how unfair was this, did I deserve
this future to be. They say life is what you make it. I say
it was a cruel twist of fate, a question only God could
answer, shortly before all this I rediscovered religion and
was looking forward to help people in need of religious
need, this was my redemption, then tragedy struck,
this sickness took control of my life and the ending of
My religious career. I made one fatal mistake I listened to
Doctors with their pills and potions, slowly changing my
life forever. I could not believe this was my future, my
life down the drain, where was God in my moment of
need there seemed no miracles for me and no way
of completing my destiny. My life seemed all over but
the shouting. This left me totally in doubt, now living in
an aged care home pondering where I went wrong.
If I had changed one second of my life this may have all
changed. So many events would change if one second
had been changed in time, Meaning that one second
could be a game changer.

John Ginesi (Author) (c)
3 November 2022

Calling from within, whispers of your name,
A smile casts a light that opens my eyes,
No expectations, only a simple chance,
Left are questions of what to pursue,
Your eyes make me feel the real you,
Lost in the deception of life’s game,
Holding on to hope as the last embrace,
That smile, those eyes, and the whispers of your name.

I use to write of love but I won't anymore
I won't mention the feelings I had at the start
And if she were to look for me she might find a familiar face
But she won't find me I'm hidden away in a concrete heart

A heart can only hurt so long then it finds a way to turn to stone
Could there have been a love story could there have been a love song
And I forget those feelings the pain became too sharp
What is there to say when love is hidden away in a concrete heart

Now tears only make it to the edge of my eyes and never fall anymore
If my eyes turn red I ignore that and play it smart
And if she were to look for me she might find a familiar face
But she won't find me I'm hidden away in a concrete heart