Why do my thoughts seem to run So deep,
when the late hour beckons " Time for Sleep" ,
But sleep isn't headed my way it would seem,
perchance a respite for lucidity in dream.
melatonin melancholy * Hey You*speed slumber , TODAY !
i have things to do and while yet tired , ...Well ,NO Way.
Surely ! Sleep doth approach whether by faith or fatigue ,
I should have , Terrifically traveled terrains tracked to a league.
But slumber, hasn't my number, or asunder  So i'd be.
i'm leaping by faith , But first should brush the teeth.
I'll then recline my ,thoughts and frame, to "succeed" ,
By simply accepting position of such rest i do need.  :D
                              < Brain Mog >

(rust if you must)

I like the way you get me where I go
in any kind of weather , like snow.
i love the freedom i have when i ride
in the drivers seat of you inside.
I dig the tunes we play along our path
I cant afford a New you , i have done the math.
But I love you no matter what others may think
you've Never thrown me of a cliff
or left me at the brink, i think
I drive to and fro to get me where i go
and No better car i own , so now i Say it So...
Rust if you Must , for i don't care about your Looks,
i can study about your kinds repair, if i should read Those books
Rust If you Must , I will always Love you,
For to Me My Camry have you Always been True.  :D
                                                              Brain M.O.G.

This is ONLY a Thought About the Strange possibility Of something that Might Happen to Anyone of Us.
What If.... someone spread a rumor about you , or me  and or he or even she, having "passed away" , a rumor that wasn't true.            Selah  ( this means to Stop and think before moving On.)
What if on occasion someone would revive that old rumor and "spread the "lie"(s)...Again ..    Selah   .....   ( stop think )
and after a while yet longer had passed ( Absolutely No Pun intended )
someone found the "old lie" and spread it Until it became viral, Viral , VIRAL.    ...   SELAH  
   what if YOU or I or He or even Ann B. Davis happened to be "pondering the lies and How and or why these thing EVEN start and or how to Stop such things" and while doing things around the yard or the house Even taking a shower , and Thinking about such things.
You or the rest , Fell and suffered a Fatal Sub-dural Hematoma.
....the cause they say of the ACTUAL DEATH today of ANN B. Davis ?
...would you be More Careful about Spreading rumors in the Future,
Selah
Well.... Would You !  SELAH      
                                                     - brain M.O.G.

A POEM I

A poem is just a bunch of words ( some say ) ,
that tell of conditions like pain or maybe play.
But maybe the start is really the end (of it).
Either way dear human please don't throw your fit.
well you can ,If you like And Will if you Must.
Sometimes however the resulting balloon may bust.
Fall flat or worse , not find hearing ears , (it's sad)
occasionally one thinks that the syntax be quite bad.
No matter the method from finish until a start
just let truth flow freely from the deepest of heart
surface to find a reason to live and on still more
And never your own words Ever Ignore ( Ever).
                                     by Brain Mog