“Space, the final frontier…”
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“Dun da da da dum…”
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“…own lifetime, Doctor Sam Becket…”
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“Toll of hurricane sandy…”
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“Hook elementary…”
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“It’s like a towel, it’s like a shammy, it’s like a spon…”
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“…ons. To boldly go where no one has gone before.”

I un-boldly went full circle, and today the world is supposed to end…

The pen – it carefully places ink to the paper,
scratching as playfully as a puppy.
The tip, pronounced is its curvy bust,
the perfect legs walk on the paper,
printing the playful passages.

The prose – Provided in a plethora of ways,
pleasantly, like a prairie powdered in snow,
painfully, like a poke in the eye,
perfect, with prodigious pentameter,
popular – as the personification of a paper-person.

The person – is a *****.

Brush strokes caress the canvass, coating it with colors
magenta-cyan-purple-seafoam-gray-and-orange-like

-beyond those colors-

This painting is a story drawn from the choices of the artist
sad scenes, happy times, blatant in the backdrop(the mural)
each choice, stroke, and color morphs the painting
into what the artist wants to see

As an onlooker watches, in kaleidoscope glasses,
the onlookers experiences shape that gazed upon

What makes this painting a masterpiece is not the color choices
not the strokes,
not the canvass,
not the onlooker,
not the artist...
but the image of you
energizing happy times and transforming sad scenes in the mural

Scenes of young love,
strolling the park hand-in-hand,
strolling the park with younger us's,
strolling the park as we mature and ripen,
together as two grapes left on a stem,
always by my side,
always by your side

-a thought of you is a thought of me-

Even as we age and crumble (bonded like ancient clay)
we will always hold together,
like ancient clay

One pair of people,
two seeds in an apple,
our union is that of leaf and tree,
honey and bee,
just as you and me,
we're one thought on all minds in this...
unfinished masterpiece of our life.

This is Ourworld

Sunset,
Cool breeze on a warm day
Dips in the bay
Are some of life's treasures

I take certain measures
To relax and let the day engulf me
Never-ending days
With you
Is my life's treasure

And so while I lay here dozing
I'm only dozing to dream of
My treasure

With your smile and  awkward glances I know in the silence I'm your treasure too

i soaked in this splendid moment last night.

The light shone down upon you brilliantly.
there was a spark in your eye
and your nervous smile raised your cheeks
you closed your eyes, I closed mine
and we shared the most splendid sixty seconds
Our first kiss.
I find no words, just a feeling
call it …
butterflies,
flutterflies,
anxious
nervous
fear.
but my dear,
I want that splendid sixty seconds we shared
to be my last first kiss.

Behind me, awaits a bustling bizarre
Before me, awaits a marvelous meadow,
What to do...