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She Rules From a Cloud- a blashemous tale of a woman

She supposes She smells like roses Ruling from a cloud She won't come down How does she see You and me from such a height? So we throw our trash and resentment towards her Out of all this built up spite- These people must be punished! She schemed And rained down brimstones to crumple all our dreams To quash these simple attempts of men To rise above what was given them- Angry gods, Ungrateful children Such brats all around Her wrath bathes the needy ground Heaven's tears come without sound- a hint of regret? I wouldn't count my chickens yet! This tempest inside I try and hide But I hate what I hate And I dislike this empty plate- But who am I against this disdainful eye from the sky?

Crued Thoughts on Dogwalking- a badly written poem

My prissy little pup walking in the yard, Picking the perfect spot A task so very hard- Smelling the grass Where has been my wee ass? Sniff until found A familiar piece of ground Just the perfect space To warrant her to grace With a good steamy pile and that smug Collie smile- Frolics about every tree before finding one good enough To receive her pee- Prissy bitch about the yard Finding the perfect spot A task so very hard.

Ships Passing- recollections of passion with a dash of bleak

A moment of such brevity Light glorious levity Passed so quickly A reminder of how fragile Is the flame That lights the candle We burn as arrows without aim, Pointless? Unsure, but enjoyable? Yes, I confess these so-named "happy" times are few and far between for some of us Its go, go, go till win or bust and more so the latter, I'm afraid- It was morning (or was it night?) You were a ship (what a cliché) That passed, intersecting with mine In the night- Passion? Perhaps But different to be sure- Shall I treasure these small things? Allow this sham called "hope" offer me wings? I believe Reality supersedes such foolhardiness I will go on As if I've walked alone- For it was merely a moment Of such brevity To be remembered with a sigh and bits of Levity.

A Hot & Heavy Night- an indecent accounting of things

You & I heaven's sky a brisk romp a quick trisk about the hillside hay wanting taking being taken with not words but bodies to say yes yes yes unashamed in the light of fullest moon lips bitten in hopes we can go again soon-

Aftermath- a poem of loss

There is no greater pain Than that which leaves the stain Not of ink spilled But of time killed- I have been with you forever But forever has been swept away with the night Along with the cobwebs from the corners You know the ones, those just hidden from plain sight Into life’s dustpan they went My heart, my soul, now spent- It all started out so grand You and I and that dashing setting sky How, my love, has it come to goodbye? I find the tears hard pressed to stop falling Though I plead with them with deep groans and sighs Hope crushed will not be silenced But keep calling- I never wished pain for you Yet here we are all mixed up with this harsh to do Not making up, no light at the end of our path Only good cries and lonely sighs to be had in the aftermath.