have a credit in your account at the
First NATional City Bank.

Some free advice:

Spend it unwisely, with reckless abandon!
If you do, the credit balance will irregularly and improbably be increased in recognition of
additions to the sadly diminishing stock of
beauty, kindness, and the essences of humanity or some other derivative
thereof,
but  by

Writing more poetry,

Lets pretend
There's no wars going on at this very moment
Hell let just write about beautiful things that make us happy
Those people hiding in foxholes and dugouts are not real
Ukrainian conscripts and dead Palestinians children...
All conspiracy theories, go back to dinner.
Why would we lose sleep?
Lets pretend and forget about being free.

There are no words left,
to matter a change
that's worth any positive
cause and effect
Unless action can be taken
to calming to nurture a yearning
condition.
My first lover king ever
from mine youth now shared.

A precious dream breathes
and lives at last if
only in poem form, in song
and in memory chip.

In imaginary form
Bittersweet a fire burning.
Endless true loving of the woman
who loves you most
in this whole world wide.
Mind to mind,
and as the music played
To summon my story.

Any hope left
by the edge of this this cliff,
is but a final blow.
My misfortune.

Be your happiness my own
Her joy, my joy.
~~~~~~~
By: Mr. And Mrs Andrews
(Honors to this famous English
vast land famed painting-portrait
of something missing on Mrs lap,
  One of many past karmic lives.
Being chosen for changing Earth
I finally understood my peril
and then other's dilemmas
A great fortune against,
and for me stolen .
Written with Karijinbba.

Summer comes and messes lay
I’m getting old and I’m getting gray.
I think I’ll take my time and pick up this mess
then go do my chores
But first some rest …

In the quiet of the empty streets,  
With shadows long and wide,  
A friend appeared with wagging tail,  
To stay right by my side.  

While the world was full of worry,  
And days seemed dark and long,  
Haru brought a gentle joy,  
A love both pure and strong.  

With every bark, a hint of hope,  
Each wag, a silent cheer,  
Through every storm, we found our way,  
With Haru always near.  

Now as the seasons slowly change,  
And the fear begins to fade,  
I know the love we shared those days,  
Is the best we ever made.