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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This path has no mercy, it cares not and has much mischiefs that keep us apart. It's duration causes want in my soul if all was to be told.

The dust choking my throat in desire, that no water can clear, do you hear this rasp this gasp of want, fulfillment is so near yet comes no closer.
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Come closer that I might lie next to thee, let me kiss you down to the knee, let me taste the love that I put there, you know where.

Kisses abound I love the sound that our loving makes ever so quite, but grows with urgent passion and deep down need, this is true love indeed.
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I get so mad at you! but that you knew, I want you to know that I love you to, with my heart and soul, I give you my all.

When I'm down, you pick me up, when you are down, I get so mad at you! for being hurt, I feel like dirt, for causing that pain, , , , I know it's insane,
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As I walked down the path, I felt like whistling, but my whistle is such a feeble thing, it mattered not to me. It felt good to be out and about.

As I walked I kicked the dirt on the path in front of me and looked at the sand as it fell back to earth, such a simple thing that makes a man feel good.
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Treason always comes with a smile, but it is still vile.

No reason in this season to hide the truth, Let it be told this man is your enemy who has sowed the seeds of deceit among his fellow Americans and their allies.
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Beloved God, Lord father of the universe and of all men bound and free. Father of Jesus who died on the cross and risen from the dead by you. I raise my hands in prayer to the heavens and bow my head in humble submission. I, a sinner look to you for renewal of my soul for I have walked amongst sinners and through my ignorance have partaken of their mischief.

It is said that by your guidance one could learn of your law and then cast off one's old evil nature and put on the cloak of a new pure nature righteous in it's pursuit of goodness, living a Godly life following all of your laws as laid out by Moses and in so doing be reborn in your name.
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Grim face he looks at me fire in his eyes muscles tense, this younger image of myself. I wish he weren't so much like me, he will do anything to succeed, determination is his creed, work will never stop until he is dead indeed, just like me.

Does not know how to rest, thinks he has to beat all the rest, hard work is his only answerer, it is his master.
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As we get older we are no longer as bolder. We get timid and week and no longer seek the truth within us. The desires that drive ones heart are pounded out by those that do not, or do not wish to understand us.

They say this is the way to be, does not matter that you want it not, they insist it be. Stay young at heart, answer your desires no matter what. Do not listen to the Nay-Sayers they are the ones that are like a clock with no handles.
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Revolution that is the solution to the problems in this place and space they call the USA.

We no longer have the freedoms we have traded away for security that at best is fleeting and at worst nonexistent.
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As she sleeps so deep, her breathing steady and sure she does not know how my love for her has endured.

Her blonde hair now has streaks of gray but to me she has never changed from that day we first met.
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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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