Thee...

morning-
night-
rain-
river-
coffee-
burnt toast-
barbeque-
her lips-
her smile-
her hair-
her perfume-
autumn's wind-
Halloween-
carnival-
cut grass-

life... ..

I inhaled thee.

I inhaled
what most
take for
granted.

Might I
suggest to,
stop
doing that?



written by me... ..

Tick;

'sir,
I am
deeply sorry
that I have
to be
the one
to tell
you this
but'... ..

Tock!

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Tick;

'at
stage 4
you can
choose to
fight a
low % battle
with
chemotherapy
and
radiation
but'... ..

Tock!

=======

Tick;

'or you can
accept the
inevitability
of your life
rapidily
moving
towards
its conclusion
but'... ..

Tock!

=======

Tick;

"but doc... ..
what if,

what if,

I am not
ready
to die"?

Tock!

======

Tick;

'sir,
it has spread
to your
lymph nodes
and
other organs
and your
outlook is
short
and grim
to be
frank
but'... ..

Tock!

======

Tick;

"but doc,
what about
my children,
my grandchildren,
my wife,
my family doc?... ..
they need me"!

Tock!

=======

Tick;

'sir,
right now... ..
you need them'!

Tock!

=======
Tick;

"but doc... .."

Tock!!!!


written by me... ..

Hospice has
bird feeders
and
deer feeders.
The serenity
is almost
story book.

Today?
Impending
death was
sunny
and 75...
and
paradise like.
I watch
squirrels run
for a
light hearted
laugh
in the tree'd
courtyard.

I watched
a squirrel
run from a
bird
that ran
from a
deer.



written by me... ..

Dream it.
Build it.
Paint it.
Scar it.
Regret it.
Burn it.
Look the other way.
Refocus.
Repeat.
Life, happens.



written by me... ..

I'm no good for any woman.
I'm no good for her open toed shoes,
....for her teasing see through sundress.
I'm no good for her mind,
for her ******* I must confess,
hardened gumdrop ******* ...
almost like a pacifier..
makes my own mind a mess,
I guess.

I'm no good for her nails.
Unpolished, no curves like the ones under her dress,
straight as rails.
Chewed up and forgotten,
hang nailed and almost rotten.

I'm no good for her makeup, her mascara.
Her eyes all swollen and streamed.
Black lines that run down her face,
i've ruined her favorite white teddy lace.

Her once watermelon  luscious lips ,
all frowned and wrinkled from worry.
That apple red lipstick
makes a sad face on my collar...
the frown turns to anger,
I ready for her to holler.

I'm no good for any woman,
cause they think I'm no good when I'm alone.
forgive me for being a man when I am free,
I'll be a man forever...with a lock in need of a key.
I may be no good
but only one key fits, and should.



written by me... ..

One name.
Tip of the tongue.
Forefront of the mind.
Starts forest fires.
Sleepless nights.
Endless pacing.
Stomach of butterflies.
Palms of sweat.
Diamond in the rough.
Oasis in the desert.
The other side of the pillow.
Lucky number seven.
Delish as your favorite dish.
The one name that has power.
Power to light the world.
To light the soul of every man.
To light that fire that burns within.
Eyes as deep as the deepest ocean.
A mind that enlightens you.
Intrigues you.
Intrigue is key.
Keeps you on your toes.
Cools the hot sand beneath your feet.
Brings you a seashell,
under the moonlight,
incredibly...
shaped like a star.
Stars that fall from the sky before your beauty.
The wind carries your perfume to me.
The waves crash against the shore...
I hear your name..
one name.
Defenseless I am....I know.



written by me... ..

Approximately
two weeks
to live
the
doctor
whispers.

Two weeks
doc?

Okay.

Boy oh boy... ..

So much
to do
in
two weeks.

Last will and testament
Life insurance
policies
in a row
Funeral
arrangements made
Bucket list
completed?
Don't care
don't have one !

Telling people
exactly what
you think
of them?
Not done
yet but I
have
two weeks
to do so.

Get ready.



written by me... ..