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The words I write are of a romantic side of myself
to be revealed to a select few
who are cherished as they cherish whom
I have this need to love and be loved
to hold in my arms the one that melts my legs from beneath
that sends my spirit soaring above, beyond mortals
to a spiritual plain of exsistance
where our very souls will touch
and the unlimited boundaries of our love will be reached

Dale Wetzler

Will end commence as it began...
moments passing so swiftly...
it's as if I ran...
remembering so little...
subconsciously brittle...

Sandie, I loved...

heart and soul...


my hand in hers...

In her life...

my life gloved.

I am the word.
I am definition.
I am the expression of thought which can fill or forge a silence, and I am essential to your world.

I am baby's first, and everyone's last.
I am the reason for the ear.
I am acceptance and wishing well, or what someone needs to hear.

I am a whisper told in secret.
I am an angry shout.
I am the song of every emotion, and I can wound ego, convey trust, wield hatred; and I can tell every story - paragraph and verse.

I can make you laugh.
I am the unsaid, and sometimes I am what cannot be unsaid.
I am crystal clear, and I am misunderstood.
I am lost in translation.

I am truth - naked, loving, selfish and unkind.
I am cold and calculating hurt, but I can rescue you with lies.
I am what you tell yourself, and what can help you change your mind.
I can build you up, or tear you down, let you see or keep you blind.

I am what you're lost for, or on the tip of your tongue, and in case you haven't noticed - what you're looking at right now.
I am sorry and forgiveness, and their topsy-turvy neither.
I can fail you in advice, or I can guide you with some wisdom.

I can turn friends into enemies, and enemies into friends.
I am the catalyst for memories when you speak - " remember when? "
I am from the minds of tyrants, and from the hearts of decent men.
I am the word.
I am the toil of the writer, and I am mightier than the pen.

"What IF" I'd tell my thinking,(IF my old brain could be told),
the little "IF" word wasn't there?, Would we have thoughts to hold?

Imagination would be gone IF we did not have "IF",
then conversation would stagnate and intellect be stiff.

"IF only" would not be our cry, when we were feeling sad
and what IF "what IF"s weren't so? Then no dream to be had.

"I would" would also be defunct, IF "IF" could not be there.
We'd only have, "I will", "I did", "I do", or "I don't care".

How limiting without our "IF"!, What possibles we'd lose!
We'd have to forfeit logic and our basic right to choose

had a dog,a lurcher,terrier,on Feb,19th,had to bury her,Didn't know she was ill,if only knew? disease of the womb,did not have a clue,hope im forgiven for not knowing that,and connie im sorry,for being a twat!! to me you a daughter that i never had,you chose when puppy,for that i am glad,you gave me laughter,and some tear's,killed spider's for me,when i told u my fears,though Didn't like the smell,of me drinking those beer's!! you loved football,and most of your toys,barked at bad dog's,also bad boy's!! would have took you to beach,its not i Didn't care,sweet dreams to you connie,now can go anywhere, got a new puppy,will never be you,connie,kind and smart!!! people just never knew,my heart is broke, i hope will mend,goodbye dear connie,my,best and number one friend

My medical mates endured the Burma Rail
With hard labor and cholera´s diarrhoea.
My medical mates survived Kokoda Trail,
Despite betrayal by corrupted Rear.
Now politicians, orcs, still fail
To terrorize us with their threats nuclear.
On us they heap BETRAYAL on Betrayal:
We WON´T submit to Rule by GREED and FEAR

Full many a native flower here I've seen,
nestled beneath your Mountain's lush green
that breathes each breath of scent laden air,
to daily wash the hours, with unrivaled care,
cavorting clouds float here, without flaws,
like yon oceanic waves that constant roll,
that's fortune favoured beyond Man's vain control,
answering alone to Heaven's pious laws,
thus privileged scan sunsets rejoicing sky,
amplifying realms of proud nurtured liberty,
cherished Maple, heralded, flying high, espy
your forests deep where night birds sing
their overtures, like Angelic Harps finest string,
captures poetic harmonies, each note combine
soft Lydian Airs, perpetuating symphonic Spring,
thus with unfettered stride strolled thy haloed sod
of sculptured avenues, carved by an unseen God
that promotes national Pride, wrapt in facets Holy,
such unsullied joy, far beyond the ways of folly,
all live here amid the corridors of contented quietude,
unknown to spoils of war or its cruel feud,
nor seek cunning paths or Vixen's stealth,
riches of the heart, us but thy exclusive wealth.

If I could be given a moment more
And render you to life and restore
The time missed out and the love lost
Could I ask you to pay such cost?

Would I want the angels to spring your release
And steal away your heavenly peace
Would I want for myself a golden moment
And rob you of the ultimate at-onement?

Is love meant to let be
To wish for more so affection can see
The rainbow's end and the journey won
The end of night and the break of dawn

I cry for you but I envy more
The moments you have in endless store
The loss is great and the hurt is deep
But rather that than take your sleep

For Love called you there even though I cried
It heard me not the day you died
Mercilessly, beautifully and cruelly it took
My heavens fell and my earth shook

If only I can hold the faith
That will one day remove death's wreath
And place you again in my sight
Eternally ending this dark plight

Do you understand what you really are saying within?!
Surely you are seeking,but with less thinking,without the help of HIM!
Seeking your perfect condition as only you see it & exalt.
Your ideal that exists only in your imagination,mental caught.
Your own thinking conformed to your own standard of perfection,you call being "honest".
What about being fair,having regard for the ones who show you interest?!
How you treat others will bring that treat back to you & your "dream
relationship",as you "socially drink".
Loving only one's own conceits as "comfort" is not the way Heaven thinks.
Spiritual but not religious,but what "spirit" are you of?!
PURE Religion,says The FATHER of spirits,is living without the WORLD'S kind of "love"!