I search through the haze
I smell your scent
But not even a ghost
Of whom you used to be

Twenty-five years ago
Upon the cold driven snow
I dreamt of future days
Of us in a summer haze

Seasons were born then passed
Our weathered love didn't last
Another summer now
You're still in my head somehow

Days gone by, all grown up
Once dreamt of sipping the cup
The season brought me wisdom
Dry mouth, yet breathing freedom

In the winter of my youth
I thought that you were truth
Now in the summer of life
I'm glad you aren't my wife

Heat consumes my energy
Humidity soaks my spirits
September's sin saturated
In embers' smoldering smoke
Steam invades the south
As moisture soaks the thread
Gasps my weary mouth
Of Hellish days of dread

SENSATIONALISM
      catches your

EYE
     busted to the

eXTREME
     got ya

Multitudes of drops
Shower me with thoughts of her
Drenched in happiness

The world's expanse was enormous
Technology has shrunken the globe
Communicating use to be a performance
The world's expanse was enormous
My iPhone eliminates the smallness
People worldwide can wear the Emperor's Robe
The world's expanse was enormous
Technology had shrunken the globe

Why can't it be a time for me to be what ever I want to be?
I want to be a rapper, a hip hop snapper, a rhythm tapper.

Why can't we rhyme all the time for a nickel or a dime, it would be sublime?
I'd rhyme love and hate, end to ****, clothes to cape, and fat free to cake.

Intuition not mind boggling

Steak not goulash

Friend not lover

Know not question

Breathe not hyperventilate

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Man needs little to endure life's hardships
Gold, silver, and jewels plunder a man's soul
Water, food, shelter, and companionship
Despite life's conquests, must remain the goal
Water quenches what possessions cannot
A custom carriage fails as a life source
Nor does it quench when August days grow hot
Nor nourish folks when seasons fall off course
Look for umbrage, safety from barren land
Shelter to the pains of nature denied
Yet, man's elemental resource reigns man
The shipwrecked, fed and quenched, unsatisfied
Possessions, wealth, and even basic need
Can't provide the nourishment humans bleed

The forcible torrents rave on, ceaseless
Turmoil spins in a topsy-turvy wave
Bodies in shambles, minds twisted, restless
Drama and crises, emotions we crave
Twerking with the devil, licking the sledge
Morison's snake ride to "The (darkest) End"
Pushing the limits over the damp edge
Following and tweaking the latest trend
Emotional upheaval - rebellion
Creative juices overflow with paint
There is art in every great Hellion
But little ink flows from the mighty saint
Be content in the rich chaos of youth
It's the rains that nurture the seeds of truth

We believe we must be gregarious.
In communal bonds families annoint
One another in a precarious
Need to follow one leader at the point.

Individuals are not relevant.
Momentary solitude makes us run.
In silence we find nothing elegant .
Time to search for innerpeace has begun.

"Oh' Catain, My Captain," cried Walt Whitman.
The captain is dead. There's no one we need.
We don't have to group to stop the hitman.
The single flower's a rose, not a ****.

We, need to be I, hear this confession:
Farewell friends, I am my new obsession.

Given the choice, I'd
Rather wallow in fire
Than break a friend's heart

Haunted
Scared
Spooked
Rushing
Tripping
Petrified
Grasped
Wakened
Sweating

She haunts me still!

When the world
***** you dry
Wet your whistle
      And spit

When the spit
Doesn't come
Fold you fist
     And swing

When the punch
Doesn't connect
Say your prayers
      And die

Cycling
High cadence
Low resistance
Tight corners
Horse class climbs
Mountainous descents
     Back up!
Horse class climbs?
At my current weight
More like fat *** climbs!

Cycling
No high calories
Low carbohydrates
Tight spandex
More practice climbs
Mountains want destroyed
      Go forward!
At my cycling weight
More like what climb?

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Dear Friends,,

I have been on Hello since the end of December. Before that I never thought I'd ever have thousands of people read my poems  let alone provide positive reinforcement. Many of you have become very precious to me also. I recently noticed the amount of reads I've gotten, and the number blows my mind. Thank you for supporting my addiction! I love reading yours as much as you have enjoyed mine, maybe more. Keep writing everyone. Thanks for your support. You mean more to me than even a poet can express in words.

Love,

Chuck

Scientists say when the honeybees die, the people will die. That is horrifying. Not our imminent doom, but the extinction of the adorable honey bee. If you converse with these insipid creatures, you will discover bees are jocular and discerning creatures. They are sarcastic and even petulant, that I find to be risible.  Their immutable ability to enhance their minute brains renders their vocabulary elementary; however, their impish nature endears them to me. Honeybees aren't dying, but listen to their buzz closely, they may **** you with hilarity; at least, that's the buzz.

What effects affected the mind?
Effects sure confused the affected.