the sun that sets

to break the dawn

hot cup cooled

cold glass waits

tap the keys

to burn off the

film

that builds

just like stones

stacked

that build a dam.

old songs play

to keep the flesh

clean

to keep the night

on fire

fanned

with words

and beats

full with time

stolen back.

Dare I speak of it? Dare I tell of the thought that weighs down on me? Should I?

I fear that we are in for some bad news! This thing that went down in France will no doubt be just the tip of what is a sore time for us all.

The signs are that we are in too deep, and that the time will soon be with us all when free speech will be put to a stern test.

I pray I'm wrong in this, I pray I'm wrong.

the

calm

pond

shines

of

fish

scales

their

world

is

small

why

should

that

stop

them?

She thought of him,

And thought of his words.

She thought of his last words.

She thought of his last breath.

She thought of his last grasp.

She thought of his last gasp.

She could not think.

She could not think of him.

She could not think of what she had done.

It would just bring tears.

And guilt.

Oh, how it would bring guilt.

For he was the first one that she had killed.

Old man

Green of eye and heart

Keep her of the lost

Sells fish

To the sail fish

Not a crab but will grab

All that he can get

You love me.

I love you.

We are mates of the soul.

I'll be with you.

You'll be with me,

When we both are old.

Oh my God.

Such grace, as she trays my food.

I wish I could touch her butt when she walks by but I feel like she'd slap me in the face...

Which I get.

Boy, I'd love to just have her sit on my lap-

'Here's your food sir.'

Why thank you babe. Oh, just one thing...

'Yes?'

Could you do me a favor and wear a shirt that fits you more snug around the chest-

Oh crap. She went and got her boss.