John I Nash

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As I reach my boat I hear the clanking of the halyard against the mast, a sound I have longed to hear music to my ears. Excitement builds as I calmer aboard and make ready my boat for the adventure she and I will share.

Knowing wind to my stern will ease my departure, boom to port tiller pushed away to my starboard she knows her way now, this Philly of the sea. Jib starboard Main to the port we sail wings in front of the wind.
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Grace, I have sought by giving my present life to good, but it was not enough to seek Grace by just deeds alone past sins I must atone. Life after life, the wrong had been done.

Seeking wisdom was what I thought would give me the Grace I sought. So study I did, day and night. What a plight when I died that night, no grace had been given, another wrong committed.
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Sleep my darling hush baby do not cry, I am by your side. Love to you I give with all my heart.

Dream of Teddy Bears and Lollipops, have no cares I am here to wipe away your tears. Goodnight darling goodnight.
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Viewing from above there is something laid out in the mist motionless it is. On the cold hard ground it can be found.

I do not wish to look, for it seems familiar, glancing now and then and again at this thing. Human form it takes, familiar again, I want to know it not.
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Cowboy hat, checkered shirt, bandana to match, wrapped around his neck, two guns hung low on his hips, no smile on his lips. Deadly serious he mounts his sawn wood horse; mysterious Bad Lands lay ahead. Stagecoach robbers could be hiding behind the couch or chair, he dismounts with care.

Guns drawn he crawls toward them with stark stare who knows what might be there. Sounds come from a different direction, making a swift correction he heads for the sound, he is bound by Cowboy oath not to be scared no matter what is there.
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Rosie, Rosie, you are never on time, you are late for school do you not hear the chime.

Rosie, Rosie your clothes are all crumpled and dirty it is eight thirty and you are late once again.
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I want to say stay out, stay out, but that is not what I am about. When I see the children in fear, with their eyes turned down to the ground, I feel ashamed but who is to blame, their parents drag them about. Looks of confusion on their face, wondering what they have done to deserve this distain, why are they to blame.

Pious bureaucrats no doubt, who for political reasons this voting season, sacrificed these Syrians for their own political gain, they could not or would not refrain from such an easy target.
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Mama Bunny
On warm sunny days the mysterious Mama Bunny appears on my lawn and always surprises me.

Hip pity hop, hip pity hop, she never stops appearing here and there, and everywhere.
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Gangster,
I said, you never looked so good dead, that's what I said.
Hurt you caused too many, now they are going to put you in the dirt.
No cause for sorrow.
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Too young to know I was moving too slowly.
You wanted something more than I could give.
I only lived for the thought of your love.
Moving to slowly.
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I must depart from you and go down to the perilous sea where my ship awaits me.
I will think of you not, for the pain of remembrance ties my being in a knot.
The dark fog hangs low over the wharf, as my soul is blackened in mistrust.
I look to the oceans to heal my poisoned heart, so once again I must go down to the perilous sea.
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Green Fairy
This Sprite from the far north has intruded into my mind, more so than wine, in my trance myself thought it to be celestially divine.
Nonetheless its magic powers spreads my mind to far off places, things, thoughts and conducts better not spoken of let alone understood.
Dissolving into my chair I can see all that is there, water drifting over time.
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Georgia

O! Come to Georgia my home, with mountains lush green and streams so clean.
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I woke up this day knowing that I could not stay, I could no longer wait I must go far away.

I gaze out over the green hills and pastures that meet the mountains where the sun sets and know that I must join it there, but the sun refuses to stay and runs further away but not letting go its hold on me, not letting me be.
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If we have to say goodbye, I want you to know that I did not want to die and leave you alone for this I will try to atone. I know not what lies ahead; I only know what I leave behind. The soft brush of your lips, I will feel no longer, your bright smile that lightened up my day for these many years that sun has gone away.

Your touch that healed my heart will no longer be there, I never took it for granted and many of my nightmares involved its loss and us being apart and now I must play that part.
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I am not well, as people have taken a little part of me every time they came calling, drawing to much water from a spring that already was shallow.

Persons who have proven themselves to be emotional and physical vampires' sucking the blood of life from me and shredding my existence, some have even done it long distance, each one taking a little bite from my tormented soul.
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The day is done, the sun has started to hide behind the mountains, leaving the landscape to darkness and myself. Familiar shapes have now taken on ominous existence, company that I do not desire on this journey into the black wood to Vansant's Cemetery.

My presence starts to decline as involuntary shivers run up my spine. Stiffness envelops my limbs making it difficult to walk or stay, feeling like prey.
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