Alone, sitting on an old recliner Watching the lonely road, That led to my home. Drizzling rain and silent nature added to my Seclusion As my thoughts faded to memoirs, I was thinking about You
Decades have passed, since we met But our first meeting still fresh in mind Frames passed at back of my mind, From the stints when you made me laugh and cry The moments you consoled me To the times we squabbled and patched up The times you patiently listened to the maddest of my dreams And to the day you walked out of my world; without a look , nor a word; The days I spend in solitude, And the pain, which never left me; Got condensed with time.
But life moved on, changing my primacies And with pain, I used to reminisce you Every time I needed a friend. But You were not there, nor anyone else Even in these last days of my life I still believe, You are my Best Friend As I knew I can never be a friend to any In the same way I were to you.
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration! As most every girl and boy taught back in the day, or more recently going to Zerns, a golden age of story telling, when rapt listening ears willingly leant eager attention to a riveting speaker such
Men rise, men die but a few live on in eternity, There are kings, there are mortals and there are those who are immortals but a few are engraved in the silhouettes of history. There was a lion who once