Call a                          doctor/ plumber/ priest
My heart is               broken/ leaking/ deceased
My life is                   worthless/ so much better/ over
I'm going to              **** myself/ tell your wife/ Dover
How could you         leave me/ not know/ lie?
I hope you                return my stuff/ come back/ die
I'll never                   forget you/ forgive you/ go away
I need                        closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I'm gay
Your                           face/ crotch/ top of your back
Is                                so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack
Your                           ex/ mother/ best friend from school
Always made me      great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool
I will                           miss you/ **** you/ stalk you forever
That way we can      be friends/ get away with it/ be together
I'm sorry                   you did this/ I did this /we failed
I promise to               pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don't               leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call

(*delete as appropriate, just delete it all.....)

I Can’t Find My Glasses - Care Givers Prayers

I can’’t find my glasses?
Okay little one
just wait for a sec
till the dishes are done

I can’’t find my glasses?
Okay ***, lets look
perhaps in the bedroom
While reading your book

I can’’t find my glasses?
Now where could they be?
On the couch, or the table
On top the TV?

I can’’t find my glasses?
It’’s fine now , don’’t fret
You’’ve just now misplaced them
We oft times forget.

I can’’t find my glasses?
Prap’’s here, in this room
Don’’t cry now my darling
We’’ll locate them soon.

I can’’t find my glasses?
Here give me a hug.
Don’’t cry and don’’t fret now.
You cute little bug.

I can’’t find my glasses?
What’’s this that I feel.
Your pockets the culprit
See what is revealed.

My glasses! You’’ve found them!
Her smile’’s just a beam.
Her joy is unbound less.
Her panic serene.

She skips to the bedroom
To fuss and to play.
"I can’’t find my glasses"
The third time. Today.  

Dedicated to my wife a young grandmother with alzhieimers.

Justa Civileon 2004

I'm tired of sleeping and crippled from rest
My head is inactive and my body possessed
I need to escape this prison, and breath at a pace
To feel exhilaration to have one more smile on my face

Four walls, one window and an open door
An opportunity to escape to bend my own law
Get out there, be free, meet friends and have fun
but I cannot risk it, what if I am the one.

The one that they catch making a dash to be free
caught at the gate trying to find a new me
Before I know it i'd be here forever
I need one more day of getting it together.

To be a good loser is not always ok
Depends what you've lost, what you've had to pay
To live alone when you've been one of ten
but they've left you, it's just you alone with your pen.

As the story begins he wasn't in love with me.
feeling very small and insignificant as a humanly
as can I possibly feel.

How it can ache in places that you never
knew had inside you. It doesn't mater how many
glasses of wine you drink with your girlfriends

You still going over every detail wondering what
you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood
and what in the world what was I thinking of

For that brief moment I cant believe I was that happy
and the worst of it all you convince yourself
he will see my beautiful soul and show up at my door

After all that he makes the decission to move on to
someone new. for that split second he makes
you feel worth while all over again

then you try to pick up the little pieces of
your soul hoping they will come flying back
to make you feel good and come alive.

you still end up going to bed going over
every moment of your life that you have
wasted then the picture eventually begins to fade.

time will spare but the love and fond we share
is slowly segregating,
slowly ripping,
slowly disappearing off the face of earth
As much as it hurts words
murdered us the most
lies, deceits was common,
but all trust was lost
but both of us were at fault
Lets shed our tears
the more the better
tear after tear represents
drop of  love that was put into our heart
but it's now draining
                                                                Camree

Your breath on my skin
lingers a little longer.
Your hand on my waist
makes me feel stronger.
And I love the way you flip you hair.
You're such a charmer.
And I love the way you squint your eyes
when you're not wearing your glasses.
But I hate your armour.

there was a little worm he lived underground where its full darkness and there isnt any sound
one day as he was digging it began to rain  and turned his little  home in to a little drain.
it washed him to top and he began to squirm  then along a bird and ate the little worm.

254

“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.