Treasure Island

John Shea

(1-28-50 / Cherry Point N.C.)

Here


Where is there
But here is fear
What a way to live
Here I am there
Where I do not care.

Love is here
throw the rules out the window
There we go it was simple

Simple and lonely and here.

Submitted: Sunday, August 03, 2014
Edited: Sunday, August 03, 2014

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  • Mandolyn ... (9/11/2014 9:03:00 PM)

    simple and lonely and here.

    i don't think love is every lonely, but it likes to be alone sometimes.... and that's a good thing.
    i think you can find it hiding in the back country, making moonshine
    during Valentines Day. (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (8/10/2014 2:11:00 AM)

    A bit dificult n cryptic to undrstand but love yes is a mystery and knows no bound. And we can like any people.
    Yor coment made me smile too. (Report) Reply

    John Shea (8/23/2014 8:03:00 PM)

    Sometimes we have regrets and lament. then their are many beautiful memories that make our eyes well up with happy tears..thank you my friend. Hushpupjohn.

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