The day the voice moved in with me… He brought his good friend fear.        Said we all share your heart and soul. You’ll soon forget we’re here.

The day the voice moved in with me. Peace and sleep moved out. And the addict he was at the door. The Voice did jump and shout.

Said, “We like you, we like it here.          We know you like us too. And we know you’ll like our friends cause true friends are so few.

The Voice would talk for hours about nothing much at all and all the noise would wake the fear and the drunk would wake withdrawal.

Years had passed in tears and stains and I had to kill the fear. The Voice he left in the middle of night said he didn’t like it here.

The Voice returns sometimes when I sleep, but he’s gone when I’m awake. The strength it took to kill the fear was more than he could take.

The drunk is with the addict and they live from coast to coast. And sometimes when I pray to God, I pray you’re not their host.

Singing… We like you we like it here and we know you like us too. And we know you’ll like our friends cause true friends are so few.

No I never met her, she was legend around the Lake. Beautiful as a ballerina and colder than a snake.

They said no man could refuse her but some were glad they did. And the one she selected, is in a bottle where he hid.

Until his son came calling, “Dad now it is OK.”! I’m 16. She’s left for the coast, and her beauty’s gone away.

The moral of the story or so that I’ve been told, is head removal from your ass gets easier when you’re old.

It’s not the same as when I was a kid Thankfully!! Oh Dear God did I loathe family gatherings and that dreadful car ride to boredom.

I ask my daughter, “What do you want to do?” Today she wants to pick up kitty litter for her cats.

As you wish…

Tom is a new friend I’ve known for less than a year, from the gym. I hadn’t seen him for a few weeks. He said, “I had emergency brain surgery a couple weeks ago. They said I must have bumped my head but I don’t remember. I was bleeding in my skull. I’m lucky to be alive… I know I should feel different than before, but I don’t.”

I told him I understood.

It’s funny how when I turned 60, I just seemed to accept for the first time that the end was inevitable and I seemed, like Tom, to accept that.

It’s a force that must be respected.

To begin again… To find the will. To finish!

To avoid success is not the same thing as fearing failure.

Valentine’s day is over and the chill has lost its cold.

The romance isn’t over but the truth has not been told.

I loved her for her beauty and I still live alone.

Her smile was on the surface with ugly to the bone.

The old girl said “don’t worry… there’s many in the sea.”

I said, “I’m not worried, I like my company.”

The fear washed over her and never went away.

Stayed in awe and wonder forever till this day.

No amount of wisdom or joy or music played.

Could ever wash away the stench and on my knees I prayed.

It’s conscience and its knowledge that someday you die.

And if it’s not today my love then wash those tears you cry.

Valentine’s Day 2011, I did my finest work… My daughter conceived. So romantic the image in my head! Yet, still I never imagined the absolute beauty of my dreams fulfilled!

My relationship with her mother never recovered from such a lofty ideal and you my dear replaced for each of us the joy we were missing and speaking only for myself… I regret nothing my love. I am so pleased and grateful to have you in my life.

There never was a plan… I think I just got addicted to sleeping in. 3 weeks turned into 3 months and I have after a rocky start, perfected the life of rest and relaxation.

No one is yet paying me for my thoughts, so this to shall pass.

Twas lovely while it lasted…

The sun returned and lit the day. I felt the ease and need to play.

On the train that’s on a track. We’ve looked enough at looking back.

Free from pain, the past the past. The times were grand but couldn’t last.