Sigh. Not nice in Nice.

We live in a lifetime
that fears not dying from
illness or old age, but instead
from terror attacks.

A lifetime governed by fear.
What kind of life is that?

We live in a lifetime
that dying from the inevitable,
that dying from the formidable,
is a path we hope for.

A lifetime forced to fear.
What kind of life is that?

We live in a lifetime
that is continuously reminded of death
that stays shut up
that hobbies in fear
that losses dreams
that dreads.

What kind of life is that?
And seldom do we focus on what it is to live
And maybe it's beginning to look unavoidable?
Even still, sigh, I will continue to fight the fear.

in the middle of july
i dream of red poppies
it comes out from my baby hole
it's not forming a line
anymore
like one day in april 2015
23:13 i drew a bridge
swamped with lil red poppies
not long enough to reach
the wrist
of my left hand

I'm apt to regress
in times of peril
yielding to the
good fight and
taking the stand
of an OVERT PACIFIST
Turn the other check
if need be, thus
fending off aggressive
tactics utilized to
demean and terrorize
Raised to hold my own
giving respect to a
bully-type situation
using my skill and
whit to overcome.

Hot and fresh
steam exposed
center when
the crisp shell
is hand cracked
or gently sliced
Lox, cream cheese,
butter or jam
Sides of bacon,
sausage or egg
adorn the soft
middle in
sandwich form
From Poland to N.Y.
with all your
varieties, you truly
hold your own.

Either an
enthusiastic expression
or most epic poem
commonly used in
musical terms to
achieve powerful
expression & emotion
My muse
my CRIMSON RHAPSODY
of deep passion and love
You are epic and
compassionate with a
true heart of platinum.

Ladies love you
no denying it
Many try to
emulate your
style and you
still don't give
a ****t
Bucking the
system and
doing it without
regard, you
poses an edge
No suit and tie
on you, casual
and relaxed
is your game
Pushing the
envelope of life
I am not you
and you not I.