We can get
accustomed
to being too
familiar
with the
familiar
paths in life
under the
mesmerizing
mood
of
moonlight
starlight
or
streetlight
and
wind-up
taking
unwitting
detours off
these
familiar
paths in the
light of day
and lose
our way.

Finally some cardboard, where I feel at home
I can write the words I’m proud to own
The other pages, they were OK I guess
A few good rhymes arranged in a mess
I like the cardboard, it treats me so well
It’s the last of the stories I tried to tell
My new pad is clean, it’s going to be great
As for the cardboard, I’ll just have to wait

No ones
Ever seen me before
So what could they be after?
He who would valiantly be
Gainst all disaster
Like Gregory Peck
In that church
When he raised his dagger
I know I'll get shot
But who will
Communicate
What goes after?

rain is here once more sun as gone away
weathers overcast  just a dismal day
gardens will be happy water  there at last
rain  is here once more now the sun has past

plants they need the water so that they can grow
so they can restore.  from the heat wave glow.
it will make it cooler flowers they wont die
they can have there water as the rain falls from the sky