Yesterday’s sketching repainted tomorrow’s fruit.
Madly,
Love plunging through compressed artistic desire,
Found poetry on a piece of
Old scratch paper laughing with glee
As it avoided life’s garbage pail…again.

You've left this world
Now, your pain will cease
Your hurting is over
You will rest at peace

O'er the sea your soul will go
To the land of your forebearers
That you know
Free to walk the highland hills
And look upon us, Ron , until
We meet again

We will see you in the gloaming
As you nod, to say all's fine
We will think of you with comfort
To strains of Auld Lange Syne

You are home now and are waiting
We will all meet once again
As we think of you with fondness
To a haunting pipes refrain.

What is it we do,
When the bottle is empty
And the baggie too?

I'm looking for an answer
To a question I'm not sure of
As I'm trying to remember
What I'm trying to forget

I've drunk away a liquor store
and smoked half of my brain away
trying to find the trigger to
the question I once had

I'm in a motel room in reno
counting ceiling tiles in the dark
I know how many holes there are
I listen to the dogs that bark ...inside my head

I just wish I had the answer
to the question I'm not sure of
As I lie here trying to remember
What it is I think I must forget

It could have been a woman
I don't know my mind won't let me in
I don't even know what city
that it happened in....I just drink away my day

There's an answer out there somewhere
to my long unanswered question and
I'm pretty sure I'll find it in a bottle
or something that I'm smoking along the way

But now I'm here in Reno
counting ceiling tiles and the holes
that fill them in and hide the stains
and hear the sounds of a dogs bark inside my head....

Writing is my voice for years I've ben wanting to speak my mind
Tired of being oppressed being silent for idiots who dk
I've stepped up done well but out of respect I kept my mouth shut
But I'm not getting treated fair or getting the respect they demand
I admire my elders but sometimes they bs and are wrong
My superiors talk down on me but  they are not perfect among their superiors
Be an example not make an example of others