The brain experiment,
    progressing with stops
        and starts.
Poetry production,
   only, scent less
       Farts.

Today's the day, with
  Hope, an confidence,
   I will stare.
As "kisunla" flows, from
an IV, to my vein,
   from an infusion
     chair.
Hoping the "Present Me"
  In the future: will,
     "Still Be"
          There.

mama always told me when bullies are around
never walk away always stand your ground
never walk away stand a up and be strong
let them know that you  are there where you belong

when they see that  you have turned the other cheek
this will let them know you are strong not weak
they will walk away with a big red face
they have learned there lesson you put them in  there place

"Love", doesn't make you down,
   If, "True", you've found.

The best, moment,
  in this "Old" man's
     life, it's True.
When, I took your
     hand in mine,
        and said,
            "I DO"
     Happy "52"
        Love You!

The hand is slower than the spoken word
I write so slow, I’m barely heard
Each word is a careful choice
Each word my only voice

My soul in words I’ve written down
Quietly I rage without a sound
Baring ******* my pen to feel
What’s on the page, what is real