Another hobby has been destroyed
    By my lover, my wife, my best friend
    I won't be annoyed.

I decided to read and watch a number of works
    but have been made to feel guilty, I hate that
    and it completely *****.

We only can talk for a few minutes each day
    Then it's time for the national news, I am hanging up
    I hear her say.

Over half my salary gets transferred to that bank
    My emotional energy stands up in our talks every day
    Then the proverbial rug, out from under me is yanked.

I am accused so often having made a big choice,
    In the past and now -- in the future
    That is what ends our conversations, silences my voice

Why continue? Promises are made to me of a "for all time".
    Pain and suffering are projected back at me,
    How can I live like this, how can she? The fault is all mine.

Earlier in life, I never spoke. I dared not reveal,
    To friend or acuqaintance, distant orclose.
    My pain inside, how everything made me feel

So with this last long relationship, right from the start
    I explained how I felt each step of the way
    I poured forth a flow of words from my heart.

Now I do hear, that the novels, and movies, and author I chose
    Makes me feel guilty, and I hate the, "SOUND FAMILIAR????"
    So the videos can stay off, and each book I must close.

Is this what my life is, and how it will end?
    Confusion and heart pain, they happen each day.
    Using technology or words and sight our feelings we send.

What am I doing tonight, this weekend, for all of each day?
    see you later, is what she will say, See you tomorrow,
    You Love me in your own special way.

I guess

mgm 1/22/2016

She answered and said
   "Don't call me 'til five"

I thought she'd be glad
   To know we're alive

Long distance love depends on phones
   I wish we lived in one home

Wrong timing is often a big mistake
   One that I always seem to make

Honey Pickle.
  I can't let you go alone, into the night.
  Leaving me here bathing in fright.

I didn't mean to not listen with more care
  Oh Honey Pickle I will not even let dare
  Thinking of my life continuing with you not there.

Dearest wait and please please slow down.
  Speak once more and I beg you to turn around.
  She stopped. And then she slowly fell to the ground.

My darling Honey Pickle wept so loud into the night
  Minutes of anguish and sobbing were sounding her fright.
  I would stay with you if paying more attention you might.

I dared not turn away and let her go
  I put other things first and she seemed to know
  My attendance to her was something I did not show.

Her sobs they fell from her mouth to the earth
  Sad sounds revealed betrayal from me was what she heard
  I flew down the stairs and out the door like a bird.

I ran to the spot where she crying laid low
  I then realized complete attention to Honey Pickle I should show.
  That was the only way a life long love could ever grow.

I stared at Honey Pickle to the skin of her neck above her back
  I lovingly saw the birthmarks that reminded me of my lack
  Of attention to the details of of speech that I had seen as black.

When you love someone like my Honey Pickle focus on words
   Make sure you hear properly and respond right to what you heard.
   Listen. Listen and Listen, and remember them even if slurred.

If you have your own Honey Pickle nothing else matters.
   If you want your future secure and you heart not to be shattered.
   Keep your lover's heart intact, don't leave memory in tatters.

There exists a place on earth
Where one can find true peace
A place away from stress and pain
A place where all of it will cease

For some, it's near the ocean
That a calm can always be found
The waves carry all the stress away
With that familiar relaxing sound

The coolness of the water,
And the warmth of sunny rays,
It doesn't take very long at all
Before the world melts away

For others it's the forest
That sets their mind at ease
The world feels completely still
When you're surrounded by tall trees

The air somehow feels calmer
It smells remarkably fresh
Some birds tweet in the distance
And your thoughts again can mesh

So often we get caught up
In the worries of the day
We forget to worry about ourselves
And take some time away

So whether you go alone
Or with someone you hold dear
Make sure to find the time you need
To make your head feel clear

Weak Poem

"All of my friends they now are dead"
Bare and Blatant I suddenly said
I said its true in the middle of a party
They just all left and went home to bed

Back in the time when it was previous
I talked and I forgot to be devious
I had many friends with which I could be
It ****** People off who were jealous of me.

They wondered how it was we could be so close
And made remarks that it would just not last
But my friends didn't mind and neither did I
Was just living my life and they all were kind.

But time it passed and the future would unfold
My brother died in a wreck and that sure foretold
Like a flashy neon sign of things to come
I drove fast, not home, but to a certain someone

I said my brother had died in an airplane wreck
She said she cared but the others didn't say.
So then I went home and I felt blue that day
Crying and dying's what I remember it's true.

That was a sign my life would start to unwind
Passing then killing all of my rhymes
People who should have been there for me
Their memory is now buried under some tree.

My future wife had a niece that away just passed
My business friend's dad got cancer and passed.
Jim's Agent Orange poisoning killed his ***.
Another Jim died from the sun cancer on his scalp.

As bad as that was were every last friend
My marriage ****** them all off bad in the end
They hated on me and said that now I was dead
They never woudl speak to or see me again.

I could go on and on about my church going friends,
Most of them I never did see again.
Try as I might to regain my life
All die you see and all that's left is fright.

Night after night when you're always alone.
Not much to do, you just Bored and gone Old.
all the dead friends that you've left behind,
The living one's silent. Spend each night. Alone.

mgm weak poem. 1/16/2016

How small of a toss
  Can create such great loss
  The wrong words to a boss
  Showed meaning with cost  
  
A tiny young boy
  Misuses a toy
  States things that are cloy
  On food too much soy

An older girl rants
  She needed new pants
  The seeds that she plants
  Itch like some red ants

You can't find your ring
  Shouted words in a string
  Accusations that sting
  ... You sat on the thing

How much did you gain
  In time of long pain
  Heard the howling of rain
  No songs had you sang

Life gave you pleasure
  Though Lacking in measure
  Like clinging a tether.
  Than none it was better.

How fun has dwindled.
  Love that sloped downward.
  Loss casts And it shadowed.
  'Til no more has remained.

Loss.
Cost.
  Gain.
   Pain.
    Pleasure.
     Dwindled.
      Shadowed.
        

Words. Lost.

mgm 1/10/2016