You took my best side
Left me with this angry scar
My worst side exposed.

My cat knows his name
He chooses not to respond
God I envy him.

I am sixty one
I've had my day in the sun
From time I won't run.

Dreams are in color.
Or are they in black and white.
Mine are colored by you.

Alone I set out
The path unpaved, dips and curves
The horizon lost

"Uh oh" all you said
when my life became a mess.
"Walk it off" you say

Retracing my steps
My path not yet really clear
Steps forward I fear

You're not what I see
Dark and sordid history
Just a mystery

I'm losing my voice
My song can't break barriers
Not without the choir

It's star light, star bright
First star I see tonight dims
So much for the rhyme

You get on my nerves
You are like the whistling wind
Underneath my door

I'd never hurt you
Can you please believe my words
They're all I can give.

In nightmares I've seen,
things that make a demon wince,
praying for mercy.

Dreams can be a nightmare
When at night you go to sleep
They can haunt you in the daytime too
Pray your soul to keep
But take them for what they are
The psyche branching out
Night terrors can occur as well
They make you scream and shout
There's nothing in the darkness
That's not present in the light
Remember that and don't you fear
Spirits tuck you in tonight.





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Nights can be my enemy
I don't sleep that well
A curse with little benefit
It can be a living hell
My mind it won't take a rest
Always poking me awake
Would not think that possible
With all the pills I take.
Some actually for sleep
All legal and prescribed
Some for other maladies,
I have not described
The real cure is tried and true
And legal in my state
Yet not in my facility
The rules they can dictate.
I guess you know the cure I mean
I've given you a clue
The munchies are a part of it
But that is nothing new.

I speak gibberish
It is my second language
Nonsense is my first

I don't like to preach
It puts others out of reach
I can only teach.

Think about someone
That you're like a stranger to
Then you've thought of me

To not feel useful
It's a fact of life for some.
Old and in the way.
Life and laughter for the young.
Singing the songs left unsung.

Why is the sky blue?
Why not, gods into pastels
If you're wondering
why the chicken crossed the road
Ask Col. Sanders fry cook.

**** them with kindness
When they treating you like s**t
What a load of crap

I still remember.
The sadnesses in old songs.
Still tug my heart strings.

I wish you the best
As you set out on your own
The world calls to you
How much you have grown
There may be some days
When you feel you need me
I'll still be around
To your troubles I'll see
I've always known
You were going places
From saving your pennies
To tying your shoelaces
Now you're an adult
But to me you'll always be
The inquisitive child
A reflection of me.

You're the death of me
I say confidentially,
to my open heart.

I always listen
to opinions from all sides.
my voice pushed aside.

Some use loud voices.
With opinions and the like.
I don't like that much.
Opinions should be subtle.
Little softer to the touch.

Oh I love this song!
We both say at the same time.
It becomes our song.

They'll be a time for us.
When the world has found its way,
back in from the cold.
When her people find a voice.
Fearing no retribution.

He yells and he screams,
on your local street corner
You've seen him no doubt
He is every towns outcast
He's not the first or the last.

Life on the outskirts
The rat race and the mundane,
are the thoroughfares

I overthink things
Both a blessing and a curse
Depends on the day.

I've scars that don't show.
They're the ones that hurt the most.
Deep cuts to the soul.

Can find no reason
To leave the comfort of home
When pain is right here.

Passion speaks to me
In piano concertos
In a lovers kiss

The past won't let go
Tried hard with nothing to show
A hard row to ***.

I'm very patient.
But I'm not a pushover,
when push comes to shove.

People amaze me
Too many loaded questions
Pointed at my head

People walk through life
Never smiling or laughing
Living in their past.

When I lose my cool
Like a little dog yapping
Nipping at your heels.

I was on a roll.
My phones applications set,
dropped in toilet bowl.

The old photos
Of a smiling you and me
Were not meant to be.

With my pen in hand.
I could coin a newer phrase.
I have the license.

One pig says to the other. "Hey Phil, have you seen Bart's wife lately? She lost a ton of weight and looks awful. Think she still has her hooves done though." Phil says," Yes, but I don't like all your mudslinging
Elroy, it's really none of your business." Elroy says, " Hey I'm just giving you the skinny on things. And by the way , man your place is a sty!"

Cat and dog have found
They share so much common ground
World could learn from this.

Writing poetry
My mind leaks onto paper
Lovely visual!

I like poetry
Because I'm like someone else,
writing about me

The pen channels peace
Passersby feel our passion
God guiding our hand.

Point a to point b
Darkest of night to Sunlight
Lost to enlightened

Cats don't like sharing
Don't share in your politics
You don't get a vote.

I woke up today
Feeling very positive
Don't think I'm okay.