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We’ve given you a choice.

You have no right to complain

Its as simple as day and night,

I won’t bother to explain.

One is garbage.

The other is clearly trash

This has sparkles and frosting.

That one is baited with cash.

And now we’ll serve you bullshit,

Skewered on a stick

Or would you rather have it baked

like a cake, three layers thick.

Its up to you

You have the freedom to decide

One or the other you must chose

From this decision you cannot hide.

You think there’s more to offer?

Things we do not show?

But we did not bring those choices to you

So how would you ever know!

Music pours from your soul as

Liitle angels dance along your fingertips,

Moving digits to a melody yet to be created;

Never fretting, only feeling the groove

Of your instrument.

They dance

Up, down, across and over they gently work the neck

Feeling each note as it is made,

making each note as it is felt.

I see you

Walking through the mist of a lakeside morning.

The birds flutter and fly off as you stroll by.

Angelic silhouette piercing the blurring sky

A meandering gate, a step here, another there.

The way your hair falls, the bounce in your step.

It must be you.

But as you draw near I see it is not.

You have been gone a long time.

You would be old…different…like me.

But when I look at her

I see a little bit of you.

I do.

just enough to wonder

What would be you?

Angel Girl

She likes to play out in the rain.

She’s in love again

But she doesn’t know his name.

Angel girl

Wins the world over with her smile.

She’s got charm

They fall in love with her style.

And she cries herself to sleep.

Then she slips into the deep.

I’ve grown older

But certainly not colder

In fact a bit bolder.

The more I know

The less I understand.

I try to read, but

The words have become blurred,

I cannot read them.

Not without help.

I rise from this lonely old bed to get my glasses.  Knowing I’ve laid dormant for too long.

And when I read your book

Every word says the same to me.

Love

Love

Love…

The beauty, the pain… the anticipation, the disappointment… the exhilaration, the sadness…the unfettered joy; the pure celebration of another persons life.

All expressed with a twinkle of your eye, better than 100,000 words

You are so pretty I forget the pain of what no longer is

and vow to love again… if only for a moment

Friday was good.

I awoke from a deep deep sleep.

The nurse disconnected the electrodes

and tubes.

With a gentle woman’s touch

She told me I would be human

For a while longer.

You can’t come,

And then leave so quickly.

Surround my head with you

And let me be in yours

Then act as if it never happened.

I’m not like the others

I saw into your eyes a fire.

That was fed by mine.

That warmed us both

It was all planned

My reactions, your  disappointments.

The debilitating frustration.

You’re always a victim…

Never a contributor.

I will not leave your head.

I will come again.

And again, and again and again.

Halfway in Detroit

Straddling  the median

Between sanity and reality;

An eight mile high.

Wondering which way to

Fall.

Which line I’ll cross.