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Joy
cannot last
Few moments
contain
The unbridled
feeling
Euphoria
claims

Joy
but a transient
It comes
and it goes
Resetting
our wishes
To bask
— in its glow

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Romantic adventures
are not moments to treasure,
The thrill of the chase no longer moves me.

Catch and release,
fish stories of fantasy.
Always Pining the one that got away.

Trophies on a wall,
I swear I had them all,
but tell me where are they today?

The thrill of the chase no longer moves me.
Give me a hand to hold,
a love that will soothe me.

Moments made and treasured,
through passing years.

Not just memories of glories, 
that quickly fade away.
There’s an illness from history’s pages
Which can even afflict the courageous
Beware of the syndrome
When visiting Stockholm
I’m told that it’s mildly contagious

There's a tome in the royal collection
Behind triple-pane glass for protection
If the legend is right
It was penned overnight
By a monk under Satan's direction
Just a couple of lightweight limericks inspired by some low-intensity sightseeing in Stockholm, Sweden, specifically the Nobis Hotel and the Codex Gigas aka the Devil's Bible.
Herbicide rich farm lands..
Pesticides on every lawn..
Long live the American dream!
Capitalism is a long lost song..

Roundup sprayed ski slopes and golf course turfs!
Bucket list of old rich folks dying of cancers..
City water that stinks..
The ink of our receipts..
Testosterone levels,
rapidly deplete..
Year’s of no regulation,
Aluminum in the sky..
They obviously want to make sure…
No one gets out alive!!
Traveler Tim
Lately my life feels like
A road leading nowhere
And that's exhausting...
Just hanging by a thread here...
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