Never could small talk
Clumsy awkward and disheveled
Fitted in by fitting out

This is no perfect other for me I'm convinced
I'm to old
Broke
Tired
Weird and can't carry a thought to fruition


All of my life I have been looking
Hoping to find a lover
She must have not been born

Scary thought dying without next of kin
Then again there will be no sorry and pain
No grieving
Which is good

It is now a new Day
The sun will shine when it rises
The day is ahead of the light
Say it is today now
Even with No Sunlight

Today started without it
Strongly enough
The birds seem to start there day
Just a bit before the sun rise
About 4AM

Surely there are people without electricity
Their day goes from can to can't
See

Photons Take 70,000 years to reach
The Surface of the Sun
From it's Molten Core
Then 8 Hours from there to lend light to day

There must be a reason for night and day
Life and death
Or
Is this serendipity
I doubt that all we know as existence and consciousness
Is not supposed to be it is.

Jesus said to the Disables
When they wanted to know what [ was] the buzz] ('Andrew Loud Weber, and Tim Race "Jesus Christ Superstar')
Jesus said  "why think about bout tomorrow
Today is at hand"

Why complicate things.

Sometimes I feel like a *******
That was ******* from a dog
That ate a *******
From a dog that ate a *******
That was ******* from a dog
That ate a *******
From a dog that ate a *******
That was ******* from a dog
That ate a *******

Perpetual Shittyness

My heart aches with pain
Your happy little soul has grown big bitter
It is as if a split second ago
I look into your 4 year old eyes of innocence
And felt bitter sweet sorrow
Knowing
Life was careless and content
For you at that moment
Now 18 years of life has passed
Your jaded
What is it all for
Count me Among the clueless
In moments
your a man
I am an old man
Joy is fleeting
I was an accident
You were planned
I cared then and now
I worried long before you were born
Anguished with thoughts
That if I had a child I would shield him from the
Pain and sorrow of
The broken family isolation and helplessness
I felt
I was an accident that caused a family
That's broken
I
Cry
Alone
The tears of a rat *******
An ugly unwanted freak of nature
Never could fit it
In
Will never be able
To go home

With pure passion
I salute to the American flag

In the fabric of our flag
I see more than three colors

Each fiber has the essence
Of American pride

She radiates a revelation
Of strength and integrity

For  Patriots Protecting
The Freedom She represents

I  hear the anthem
Our flag proudly declares

She sings as she is flying high
Of life and liberty

A a certain future
Free of despair

Does every moment of pleasure,
Have to be reduced an equal amount of pain?
One can be lulled into this false notion
If they choose

Nature dictates no!
Pleasure exists as a reward
While pain signifies damage

I prefer
Seeking the elusive happy medium
A true balance

An unquantifiable flux,
Never equaling the same value
From one moment in time
To the next

Inner peace
Like a circle
It never ends

Teaming with life
A stand of trees
Anchor the atmosphere
To earth
As she breaths
Winter wood
Bare Branches
Summer growth
Green leaves
Give life to loam
Change light to nourish
Give well to the future
Together to flourish
On this planet
Humanities home