a furry friend a comfortable paws
so soft the memories remain
a ***** cat or two legged variety
with green eyes begging we
****** up ignoring
and forgot to pet
them,
taking for granted our
furry friends.

if written if I thought before typing this might make some sense anyways I have drifted from my purpose and forgot why I started this but to save the essence I go on meandering without a theme and does that make my day without sun or my meaning any more interesting like I have any cares when daily struggles are so near and death and loss are so much more poetic than anything I could possibly dream up so I go on streams of some poet said a long time ago about thought thinking better when like he planned his stream like outlined his whole thing he wrote all of a sudden.

I take from every day
  laying down only
after what I want is done

every day just

  as the last
I walk the worn out
  path

acquaintance with buzzy bees
  hummingbirds
and colored things

red ground has my footprints
  worn
flowers trees green and brown grasses
   nod at me

I will not say their names
   as we are just passing friends
tilting our caps
   in frequency

Subtly we say hello
    

I go up and down
    to where after what I want is done
only then,
  do I lay down

and rest.

Great heart lives
In the sea of dreams, where
The gentle soul knows
The wonder and power
Of even the smallest ripple, and to
Touch just one
With love's caress
Is testament profound
To a life well lived.


MChallis @ 2015

especially when I stand in the rain
with my special sense feeling the hair on neck stand up
a ringin' in my ears drunker than

fallin' down in the audience with a special
sharin' anticipating the thunder of bass
and the highest ringin'
in my ears

AC/DC the best but would trade my IRA's
for a Nugent ticket or give my stash to a peddler
for one minute of Led Zeppelin.

Just to go again and bang my head like I did
when I was young. I blow a candle out, wishing.
But those days I guess are past.
For once again I am 29, and grey.

I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.

The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.