they came
together to celebrate his life

how he made it this long,
he wondered; he saw them poking endless candles
into the white cake in front of him

behind him, his daughter
hand on his shoulder, insisting he have all ninety
instead of two fat wax digits "90" wedded,
a lone wick on top

ninety on June 6, 2016
he gave little thought to past birthdays
he forgot most, except one burned clear
in memory--his eighteenth, when
he landed on that beach

the sands and surf of his dreams for
three score and a dozen years since, eyes open,
or shut tight in deep sleep, he recalled that shore: someplace
between light and dark, between breath and air;
he saw the blood, he heard the cries,
he remembered his heart thumping

more than that he recalled jumping
over bodies on the beach, now beyond his reach
he could see only vague shapes of them--men
with whom he spent months sharing meals,
smokes and secrets

in all these long years,
he never understood why he received
not a scratch, while those only feet, even inches
from him were eviscerated

now, as ninety lightning years
flashed then flickered before him, he closed his eyes,
to ensure this waking dream was real

and those around him, singing, were not the angels
of death he eluded so long ago

Let me split the words down for your mind

Space is room
Space is the distance from there to here
Space is your room, your head
Space is what you conceive for you
Space is all you think to be true
Space is distance
Space is small
Space is no Space at all
Time is Man Given
just to explain space
and the time we spend there
who we meet
those we love
those we don't
is no time at all.

Is it desire?
Is it a feeling that grows and grows?
Is the passion you feel?
Is the emotional surrealist?

Of    L    i     f              where is that ******* E


So hard to find



Of    L    i     f      
Of    L    i     f

Of    L    i     f
Of    L    i     f
Of    L    i     f
Of    L    i     fE


Of    L    i     f      E.

seams no one
who will hold my hand
as I fall
as my legs have become old
however my mind is not at all
I am only rich in life
and on a good day
my eyes will see
I am always right
please do not frown
It's true for me
for I am wiser than you
in time it will change
but the past will alway's return to me
for
I am better than me
Better than you.

Hang my shell
on that there tree
and before you do
let me say this to you
some one said
he knows
he knows nothing
but in nothing he really knows.

Period...........................................................­.............
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....................................Did You know her Name.
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P@ul.

Tick Tock
around the clock
hands keep passing me by
I just care for you
and there's nothing any one can do.

But the flowers
still bloom in winter
under the limited sun
and that is there universe.