I wash them when I come inside.
I wrap them with gauze the wounds won’t hide.
I seem to be on my way.
To rhyming everything my hand doth say.

The cops were lots, but the docs won out.
They took me and my mum in for years.
The families, the friends, the memories are still here I know...
That’s what matters to me.

For years they knew who I was.
Now they find out who I am.
Irony has a way of biting one in the ***....

High, I’m Dan

When I was high
I kissed this guy.
His name was Billie.
He was from Singapore.

I left her...............boo hoo


NOTES – I’ll probably delete this after I stop laughing….
                   Matter of fact, I’m not even saving it………………………………

I’m voting for my son,
For Son of the Year (Called a SOTY).
His mother doesn’t like me…………….

I was in asia,
One winter's day.
I saw some movies,
That came my way.

An Officer and a Ballerina,
were on display.
Something got Lost In Translation.
Or so they say.........

Call me a nephew, and I was there.
Look at a mountain, and I was there.
The streams of tears, and I was there.
Humanity, and it was there?
Oh. Hark, I must pause...


The trust, and it was there.
The compromise, and it was there?

or here?

The news, ban those butheads.

All of them!

Amen


N – Sorry I’m getting  silly

Someone told me they loved me today.
It just goes to show you that it doesn't matter what you think of me,
it's what I think of you that makes me who I am.

The lookers should show when sad.
As some puppy dogs do.
But they show I’m always glad.
The creases prove my view…..

He’s politically conservative and morally liberal.
The best of both worlds to his liking…
She agrees too.
So do they.
Or not.

It's not so much the languages,
It's not the colors of the spectrum,
It's not anything.
It's where you live.

I killed a spider just today.
He was walking by, as if to say
Here I am, I’m big and free.
The freedom’s gone.
What about me?
I left him there.
So he can see.
Me on the throne.
Of infinity.

Keep  your enemies close.
Keep your friends further away.
Study them both.
Carefully.

Who are they voting for?
It’s madness I tell you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The boy was new,
He didn’t know,
There was a conspiracy,
About to throw.

He went along, a dreary trail,
Flanked by his friends, the car was pale.
It wasn’t pretty, It was profound.
He survived, …….

He sat behind me,
In what was paradise.
In a French Cafe in PR.
I thought it was nice.

And then he did something.
I noticed about he.
The anger was boiling.
The things that might be

Another human being(s)
Wasted on earth.
However it happened
She/he were never heard.

Metaphors and Parables
Is all I can mix
Throw in an analogy,
And I’m out of the mix.

Poems are for people
Other than me
Why can't I think of them,
instead of just me?

You take me for granted.
I can tell every day.
It’s not that I’m complaining.
It feels normal in every  way.
I sometimes feel alone.
But then you come around.
And remind me of my humanness
A surprise not so profound

Since he was perplexed, he sat on a log.
And wondered what happened to get lost in this fog.
I know I am wondering what happened to me.
But I’m sure the end result will be something……………….

Spreading joy and other extinct diseases.
That’s what my doctor says anyway.
It’s good to be no one.
That way they don’t look for you.

Oh yeah, well my doctor says my heart has an algorhythm.
I have no reason to hurry.
Wait a minute,
I must get to her office or I will worry
HINT - not for my heart = ;-) x 70

Oh dear.
Please forgive me.
I read the most soaring poem.

Yet my outstretched hands.
Can’t quite grasp the prize.
Of making sense.
Of my mind’s eyes.

I’m not really cruel,
I’m not really nice.
But my inner self.
Is as cold as ice.

I guess I’m stuck in the middle with you…
But you shouldn’t have been kneeling.
They shouldn’t have either…..
Religion is a strange thing……but it serves a purpose.

The girl that came in with the aqua blue eyes,
And took my heart without any lies,
A perpetual love that I have just for her,
She’s an uncorrupt one that has an innocent allure.

She has a father who is loving, and caring though straight
Right to your gut and I love him as a mate
And her mum is a flower that will never decay
The girl like I’m thinking of in every which way

I would like to know her better but she’s so much aloof
She pretends to know me but I am not a goof
All I know is that I love her even though she is three
My precious one granddaughter who's name is Kali.

I know what I am thinking.
Don’t try to fool me.
It’s what I do.
Case in point………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………­…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

I think and write down now.
You feel and write down, later, and now and then…..
Three to one….

YOU WIN BIG TIME!

Old news doesn’t exist anymore.
Current news is temporary.
And future news…….

The outlook is not good.
I’m so worried about what might happen,
I forgot what was.
And have to look at from now on.

Someone told me to "put it where the moon don’t shine".
I told them I was full and come back later…..

I get around.
Not much anymore.
Unless I'm motivated..

Well I got around. A lot. Too much...

The Night bar will be coming soon,
I thought as I awoke this AM June.
What could I do between the wakes.
When Dr. Tom comes singing, that's all it takes.

RIP T. Petty

It was held open with toothpicks.
A valve in its womb.
Held on by threads.
Seen by everyone in the room.
A time when I looked,
From within, from just five.
It’s not as good as being dead,
But it’s great being alive!

NOTES – Hmmmm, another name would be Pathology Blues. Changed my mind.