She wanted to shout how badly she misses you—
From the mountains, to the oceans,
to the clear blue horizon;

But with shaking hands and a heavy heart, she chose to write it instead;
Just to get the mere thought of you out of her head—

*I miss you.

hello, i am 89 and still in good health,

much like the queen, may i sit here?



i am waiting on a toasted tea cake.



i have not seen the garden yet and never

will. i shall sit by the bus stop later

and talk.



i worked in the motor trade.



sbm.

She was hiding in the garden and met a cabbage named Fred,
She likes to give names to things she thinks are cool,
and call them friends.
Than she took me to her toy box,
"this is where everything goes",
this is the way, so stay and play,
and I know you'll feel at home.
You be Cory, I'll be Topanga,
you be Pete, I'm Mary jane,
"I will be here, you don't have to, always smoke the pain away".
It's just me against myself again,
but she doesn't see my flaws,
"if you bottle your emotions, we'll just drink them through a straw".

I just love the scent
When imagination gets wet
It puts out a certain fragrance
That fills a poets head

With colorful words made for rhyming
Keeping tune in perfect timing
A fragrance all its own
Poured out in the form of poem

Don't mess with me momma I'm a mighty good man,
I'd take a home in the woods by myself if I can,
I never thought much of the city and lights,
Never lost sleep while holding you tight till now,
until now.

So don't sing for me darling, no don't say a word,
You've got the eyes of a liar, and the heart of a bird,
We can stand all night in the cedar and pine,
Never though I was gonna lose my mind like this,
No not like this.

So reach for me darling through that dark tree line,
And take me home to the woods in the back of my mind,
Well press through the needles, add brush to the flame,
Then burn like the smoke in the back of my brain,
Please,
Just take me home.