Sometimes the laughter between  
us could heal a *****.
He would say, “Dear God, my nose is falling  
off, but these two ******* are funny.”
Jesus would say with a grin and a snicker,
“Go in peace my son, you are healed.”

I loved laughing with you Mare.
I felt like a kid that just watched
a five year old accidentally hit his dad in the
nuts with a plastic bat.

When you would get really hysterical,
you‘d make these strange snorting sounds
with your nose.  Our eyes watered like faucets.
I’m crying too now Mare—but not  
from sorrow.  My tears are from sheer joy at
our comedic silly days in the sun together.
I hope you’re laughing too.

Take me to the open sea
Where I can float
In the upmost glee
Where dolphins play
And the calm deep blue sea
encompasses me
Where pretty coloured fishes swim
And jelly fish just float by
From the corner of my wary eye
Turtles swim intrigued with me
The clear water
Shows me the depths
Where under me there’s so much more
So much to see
In the deep deep
Beautiful Briny sea

Have I done Good here on Earth
Or has my life come to worse

Will God reward saying ,"Once again by birth you stood for truth ."


Within the hopes on High that can't unwind
Then the ways of Heart will pass to mind

Will the eyes lie and lead the blind as we stand with transgressions on rewind

Within our time we found our ways
For Time is more than the calendar of our days

When life within reaches the sky
When the light inside is passed on by and by

I believe God is not so far away
If we call with heart he comes to stay

TP’s back on the market shelves
Easy to find Purell
Lots of bleach for you to drink
And lots of gloves to sell
Clap Hands

Numbers go up instead of down
Nobody’s staying home
They all go out without a mask
When they decide to roam
Clap hands

Everyone’s invincible
“It couldn’t strike me down”
I’m an invisible carrier
Busy all over town
Clap hands, clap hands

I feel a tickle in my throat
And a little raspy cough
It’s getting sort of hard to breathe
I need to take time off
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

NO more clapping of the hands
Now is the time to pray
That you’ll survive this killer big
And live another day
Go wash those hands, don’t clap them.
ljm

Turning one's head
side to side
to catch which one
will not play along.

Curving or straight
dark or gray,
a confident corkscrew
reaching out to no one.

All it can do
is try to go away
from where it came
though it must stay.

At least for now,
while only an image
a reflection can see.

Christ salvation sometimes is a process.
Some people hang real tight to his salvation.
While others like myself is a process of change.
For sometime change is a life long process here.
Sins sometimes are in layers that has to be peeled.
Each layer needs to be mold and repented of too.
It not that one enjoy sinning it just a process here.
To transfer an worm into an beautiful butterfly here.
Each layer becomes another time of repented too.

Smiling and laughter
Is the best medicine to take
forget all the pills
for the pain and the ache
laugh out loud
And smile as you wake!