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Oh delirium, how much I have grown in-love with thee at this hour near morning twilight all hazy in the brain in deciding whether to see you or to drop my head asleep, accustomed to the bewitching time and longing to see that lingering daylight break, a dreamy state of thus, this moment wondering...
©2005
It rained and I smiled my face open and free with a bird singing my song, atop that tree swaying with the gentle breeze while the sound of waves crashing and children laughing fill my ears, and the bird sweeps off into the sky crying its cry of welcome and goodbye, laying here now and watching it float away wishing I were there too remembering the good and forgiving the bad without emotion if I could and thankful to be so in touch with my soul, breathing to a beat of the world round really feeling and understanding our place in the universe, a giggle escapes my throat as if telling me that everything will end in that laugh the sorrow, agony, pain of all that suffering we put upon each other, wanting to be a child again without worry of tomorrow reminiscing of a better time when my spirit had not been broken by the inherent emotional damage we humans inflict because when it comes down to it, all that it takes is a decision to accept or deny and unfortunately and without reason we deny instead of embrace, how sad that this corruption of behavior even exists so I weep and then I roll over and look upon the ocean, and a calm takes over me and in that moment I am alone with God and I feel that with a positive outlook all will be okay, still I will never be able to understand the disappointment and I know it is part of living, and I dream, oh how I dream of the simpler life I will one day live…
©2007
Come little leafs
Said the wind one day
Come over the meadows
With me and play
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold
For summer is gone
And the days grow cold
© 1980-something ... wrote this poem to my aunt when I was a kid, inspiration starts young!
Oh senselessly dim you are

Quite different from Spring
But vivacious all the same

Not what is to be expected
A happy surprise nonetheless

While daylight hours lacking
Wait for thy sun to fade

Smiling at tomorrow still
Just enjoy this small life

Alas she does not want to go
© 2008

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