Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,

To me the meanest flower that blows can give

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

I love your tenacity, but try words.

Words not music.
Words with music , yes.
But the words.
No music.

Just for you.

'Old friends' never actually leave your heart. They simply reconnect again and time is immaterial....best of the best rgs. 


Now moving on as I wipe a tear from my eye....get yourself together buhi please.

The sky is alight.
Frogs are making their sounds,
Wife is dreaming,
Making sounds
And this is now.
Do you want music to that?

In a fit of rage,
fueled by those nagging thoughts,
I wondered about wisdom,
and still am.

Past the rage,
past annihilation,
I still wonder,
but I still be.

Now quietened down,
looking upon destruction,
Wondering really,
was it me?