Making up
Making out
Making news
What it's about
Making friends
Making war
What are we
Doing for.
Making time
Making it go
Making issues
We don't know
Making acquaintance's
Making others
Be ourselves
With each other.

.
                              When a
                       twister a-twist
                   ing will twist him a
                   twist, • For the twist
                     ing his twist,  he
                     three times  doth
                     intwist; • But if o
                     ne of the the twi
                     nes of the twist d
                     o untwist, • The t
                     wine that untwist
                     eth untwisteth th
                     e twist. • Untwirli
                     ng the twine that
                     untwisteth betwe
                     en,• He twists wit
                     h the twister the t
         wo in a twine;       • Then twice
   having twisted the  twines of the twine,
    • He twisteth the   twine  he had twined
    in twain.• The  tw   ain that  in  twining
       before in the tw   ine • As twined we
          re intwisted he  now doth intwine

GOD it's hard getting old-
Bad medical news I'VE been told-
First a hip replacement-I did fine-
Now had blood tests-they say are mine-
I never seem to catch a break-
Bad luck with each breath I take-
GOD why me I ask myself-
While I  place my bills upon my shelf-
Medical issues to deal with every day-
Instead of being happy in every way-
AT age seventy two heed my advise-
TO your doctors do be nice-
Otherwise you too could get bad news -And could share bad medical views-
THE END

I'm a little snail with no
home or tail. All I carry is
this shell over my shoulders
and back.

Wondering slow and lost
into God's woods.

Living with the constant fear
of getting squished like cookie
dough by someones shoe.

Afraid of loosing my cool and
hiding for an eternity inside
my shell.

I'm a snail who goes wherever
my minds tells me to go. To
places that are high and
low.

Under leaves and branches
of trees.

I'm a snail who doesn't want
to live the rest of it's life alone
and blue.

A snail who wants love , a wife
and a cozy home.

I'm a snail who wants to have
children and a wedding on pretty
river stones , where
the water floats by and
the fish pause to awe
and sigh* ~

Everyday the squirrels gather round-
AS I place peanuts upon the ground-
Sometimes theres'four-sometimes three-
They never lose sight of me-
They spot the bags of treats galore-
Eat the nuts and look for more-
Their little eyes look so sad-
Giving them nuts makes them glad-
They are not afraid as they look around-
Scouting for nuts upon the ground-
IT'S fun to see them eat and play-
AS I go about my day-
Their little faces light up my heart-
AS I feed them from the start-
I am indeed their friend-
Tossing peanuts is the trend-
They look for me everyday-
AS I go on my way-
Having fun all the way-
I love squirrels what can I say?
THE END

Speaking to you from a photograph,
No longer body but idea,
I say these words
Without the twitch of a muscle.

As the August wind twined your hair
Into absurd weavings,
You heard emptiness echo.
You held emptiness instead of a hand.
You heard silence instead of your name.

As my train thundered toward a dream world,
I became an abstraction,
A solemn idea demanding a ceremonial tear.

I will wander blankly in a new place
Among blank faces, thinking of you.

As trees fly backwards at the speed of sleep,
I whisper that I love you,
But the train hears only its own roar.

I'm so ******* numb
Words just won't come