for whom the bell

tolls

thee

and tho i cannot see

i hear

the peals

that reveal

the steady

passing

of time

grains

of sand

for each

of us

woman to man

man to woman

dr horton

died

in a horrible

car crash

a few years

ago

on a hill

overlooking our valley

and is now dead

and the thought

crossed over my mind

and into my head

that if not for him

i would

be lying

dead

in some receptacle

instead of him

so for his skill

and his being dead

i mourn

and thank him

and marcus

for attaching this

pace maker

life giving

non functiong

was i twice!

we talk

about health

well health

is at a premium

if your mind goes

you have no life

if you are like

me

you need to take your meds

and then

thank the lord

for the good days and moments as well!

she spoke

somewhat

lovingly

of her vagina

and yes

tho it has

many slang words

over the years

the isms

and fears

tears of being used

for lusts not love

and in men

wanting

to fix her

cos we are raised

not to feel

but to do

to accomplish

and then create a litany

of what i did

for you

well i paid my bill

in full

for my two

sons

maybe its

time for me to see her too

and rejoice

in my mother

and her sisters

truly

eteranally

left side

south side

of sky

other half

i love you so!

they used

to

still

do ride my ass

over the years

mom wanted

me to wear a belt

but i like my pants

to slide

and be pulled

tight

i like to expose

then some skin too

how odd

and then

son tom

who thinks he is the

dad

is  a good

lad when

in the

mood

so dude

i hope you find

some joys too

daily treasures

by and with

which

you measure

blessings and happinesses

as well

for trouble

the day has dawned!

and all

is His

creation

reason for joys

to the ultimate elation!

sun in the mornings sometimes

and then again

like today

a blanket

of fine misty almost english

rain

and the water

rolls downhill

to find

a receptacle

to drain

you drive

thru

it and over

it and then

again

frozen snow

over which

the skiers

now happily go

based on a homily by fr jorge roldan

again

just pretend

you did not see me

nor know me

you do not