The day
I came into this lonely world is the same;
only the city’s name has changed
and the man I have become.

Many happy returns .

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

I could see myself as I truly am.
what would I see???

I love absurdity

A kind of beauty;

-Revealed only thru illogical wisdom.

A kind of beauty;

-That glints when reason
Walks out the door of my consciousness.

A kind of beauty;

-That defies logic's grasp.

I’m a foolish, curious & humorous creature
So go on, laugh at the way I lived
and save your tears for the smoke of my funeral pyre.

Peace doesn’t always mean something good. I’ve seen different kinda peace some are worse than wars.

I was young & free
when the clouds were young
as well
but I aged sooner.
They still float
while I fall
thruu time
Women,
Family,
Bills,
&
Lastly
Jobs?
(Maybe tomorrow…)

Day
by
day…

I barely remember
what it felt like
to fly.

Oh clouds & I