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  Apr 2016 A Lopez
Tom Blake
I know what I'm thinking you don't
Agree.
It may not be right but it's right by me
At the moment it's how I feel, how I see...
Just me, right or wrong.

I am another Life, another Mind
Another throbbing heart
At this time.

You say listen, listen I do
I hear no words of wisdom
I' m hearing nothing new.
There was a time
It was everyone else
Now it's Me
Becoming Myself... Important or not.

I am another Life, another mind
Another throbbing heart
At this time.

Another life to be something
Another life to be nothing
Another life to  win or lose
Another life to laugh and cry
Another life to live, to die.
  Apr 2016 A Lopez
Tom Blake
You run on ahead, Full of life
Fresh as the flowers we pass,
I'm coming, i'm following
Slowed down by the weight of life...
You make me smile
Make me run with you
And
Before you know it,
I' m out of breath.

I sit and rest, watch you at play
My mind wanders to yesterday
When I was young and played in
The Sun...
Where's My age of innocence gone?

Your running
Toward me
Calling ' Dad!'
My arms are
Wide open, to catch you...
You
Make me smile.
Son, it's fun with you!
And
Before you know it...
You
Will be a Man.
  Apr 2016 A Lopez
Ja
Another day of anguished waiting
My earthly life, now put on hold
Another day, that I am hating
Of my death, I have been told

My life is now an hour glass
My days, those grains of sand
Veiled by tears, I watch them pass    
As I am funneled, to my end

I cannot slow or stop the flow
Each grain, thus bleeds my heart
All earthly things, I should let go
But I'm yet, not ready to depart
  
My sorrow strikes like lightning
Piercing bolts of what’s to come
My doubts and fears keep heightening
Until deaths hand does me succumb

In this world, I’m just a speck
My life, sifting into death
As that last grain, slips past the neck
I’ll take my final breathe

I wonder if, I’ll fly on wings
Or be prodded by a scythe
Will my remorse, then save my soul
When I am forced, to leave this life
BOEMS BY JA 498
My friend and neighbor was under palliative care, WAITING.
  Apr 2016 A Lopez
South-by-Southwest
Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses
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