I'm old enough to remember
**** Tracy's watch,
Kirk's communicator,
Needless injections,
Landlines, TV,
Head transplants,
And meeting for coffee.
You're young enough
To remember simpler times
Of virtual friends
Twelve thousand miles away,
3D transportation,
And clouds that don't rain.
The good ole days.

the old man asks his daughter
would i be a burden
when these hands can't feed by its own
this body is almost an inanimate mess
by its own can't move place
these feet can't walk to the toilet
on bed release involuntary waste
sit on soiled cloth and foul smell
would you come to my room
a hell smeared in ****** gloom
where now lives your father
who would just won't die
but in his eyes write a poem
from a piece of sky

In the garden a bird, a flower
gold the edge, gold the dawn that hovers
a song of summer, a tiny sparrow perched
long upon the woody yarrow, that musky fills the air
a redolent warmly breeze brushes by the maple trees
caressing sweet the singing leaves and breathes the air of heaven
in the gold of a halcyon summer
beyond the hills of sage, grey plumes  
a stark blue sky cloudless looms
and sings with birds in lilting waves high above the field
they break the silence in a world transformed
a song - void of man's ordinary words.

This is a poem
That I just wrote
I'm sending it out
So it won't be alone

I'm taking this poem
And setting it free
You may tag along
If you feel the need

It will take you to places
That you've never been
Meet some new faces
Make some new friends

Which then makes you wonder
Where you would be
If this poem I just wrote
I didn't set free

I think I'll take a trip to I don't know
So I can sit back and whistle low
Thinking about all the loves I've come to know
Thinking about how they go

I'll sit warm with morning sun
Kidding around can be so much fun
Golden rays upon my plate
Eat up my waffles , it's getting late

I wondered where the pale moon went
He's out moonlighting is what I think
All last night he was certainly a no show
But who am I to even know

Somewhere there's a distant dream
Hiding behind the unsewn seams
There's a tear in the universe
I guess it could be so much worse

The clouds are playing tag in the sky
Fumbling around , putting on a show
Watch out as one falls down
The tears are falling , I might drown

I think I'll take a trip to I don't know

A "no"  answer  kills
not;
rather I've gained new skills.

Her wings.
Heaven sent, cutting the air in a cross cross formation.
Partially attached, each as delicate as a snowflake, lighter than air.
Such wonderment can only be created in the minds eye.
Broken hearts lead to broken spells.
Heavy tears drop before curly wisps flutter and settle.
Replaced by the yearning of new found desire.
Her wings.

Walls are the giants fingers.
Walking forward taking in air deep.
Let's make it coast to coast before we breathe our last and sleep.
To the afterlife we depart.
We float up to begin a new chapter albeit with a heavy heart.
Our timber framed bodies have been laid to rest.
Tear soaked rain beats against the faces of those we left behind.
Our souls encased by the loving arms of loved ones awaiting our arrival..
No more suffering.
No more pain.
Free spirits again.
Walls are the giants fingers lifting us up to other worlds.
We made it coast to coast.
Continuing to breathe deep.
Peace at last in the afterlife
Death be the cousin of sleep.