Goodnight my friends,
I'll see you in my dreams;
in the land of Nod -
life's different here it seems.

Reality's distorted,
I may awake in screams;
to a nightmare straight from hell,
it scrambles all my dreams.

I want the sugar plum fairies,
to dance around my ears;
to lighten up my outlook,
to stifle night time fears.

Just a nap at twilight.
will put me in the mood;
thirty little minutes,
it wouldn't be so rude.

Night comes faster at my age,
as do all things in time;
goodnight to all my friends,
as I end this silly rhyme.

FLASH: BREAKING NEWS! The President of the United States Has Just Been Declared Insane! This is from unreliable sources positioned as protesters outside the White House east lawn section. Details forthcoming as they occur.
Now back to our regular newscast...
In Chicago today, there was a new record set for murders on any given single day. The old record was...17. Today's total (so far) is at 18. (only time will tell if that will increase to a greater sizable amount)
Thanks for joining us tonight. My name is Mary Macabre.

Due to circumstances beyond our control,
we have only gruesome, tragic, unfathomable stories,
to present to you on this most ordinary day.
Thank you for your patience.
(The CBS evening news crew)

Death comes, quite unexpected,
in bloom of youth or in our prime;
like a thief, quite, unsuspected,
before maturity, before our time.

It takes away the budding rose,
kills the blossoms of the spring;
when it comes, no one knows,
or what results it brings.

Death comes to all, no one escapes,
both the wicked and the good;
both the sweet and sour grapes,
we can't change it - wish we could.

All the laughter and the tears,
are buried in the silence;
gone the beauty of the years,
in death, serene or violent.

Death is never greeted well,
it's the end of all that's known;
only memory in time, will tell,
how high it is, we've flown.

Even on this summer morning,
I feel the coolness of a breeze;
wait patiently for wanted rain,
as I watch the buzzing bees.
They love my trumpet vine,
as do the hummingbirds;
in the distance, thunder rumbles,
like soft,  unspoken words.
The humid air feels strange,
on these desert, arid plains;
the sun is gaining strength,
as the coolness,  wanes.
Summer breezes cool again,
the monsoon weather's here;
hail, dust and gusty winds,
and not much rain, I fear.
But I'm an optimist,
full of faith and hope;
even if it never comes,
I always seem to cope.
Summer days are warm or hot,
and summer days are fickle;
grayish clouds are forming,
by God- I think I hear it trickle.

You haunt my dreams,
but only for moment,
the dreams fade fast,
just like you did;
the day you left,
there was no note,
there was no notice,
all things were hid.
I never searched,
to see if I could find you;
what is the use of -
searching for a ghost?
of all the girls I had,
you were my prize,
after all, it was you,
I loved the most.
Why did you leave
in such a hurry?
what was it, I had said
or done?
did I cause you pain,
or sorrow?
what made you flee -
what made you run?
Unanswered questions,
they nibble at my brain;
they sour mind and soul,
they leave me barely sane.
You left me only dreams,
and empty hands to hold;
to wrap around myself,
when nights, they get too cold.
So I am left with memories,
that die with every living day;
wondering why you left,
and went, so far away.

Lord, You made
all things beautiful,
from the rising sun,
to the crescent moon;
from the wanted rain,
to the ****** snow,
from the eagle's wing,
to the wailing loon.
To the heights of mountains,,
to the sand-kissed shore;
and when it was enough,
You created more.
Lord, You make
all things good,
from the taste of wine,
to the apple's bite;
from the hike to distant hills,
to the kid that flies the kite.
You gave us hope,
to face each day,
You gave us faith,
that never dies;
You gave us memories,
where sweet joy lies.
Lord, You are
my Comforter,
of endless dreams,
and strong desire;
the light that leads
me on the path,
and fills my soul
with fire.