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LONELY OR LONESOME

Am I lonesome
or am I lonely,
and what
is the difference?

Look it up
and you will see,
as did I,
there is none...

One's as bad
as the other
and neither
is good.

the synonym
for lonesome
is lonely
and vice-versa.

So semantically
both are right
but both
are dead wrong.

FOREVER

Forever is....forever
and ever and ...ever
and whenever we're together,
never EVER say "never".

AGE

Age is a great mischief maker.
Not only does it play havoc with our minds and bodies,
but with our perceptions too.

What matter the age of a soul
who compliments yours in every way.
Whose very existence is meaningful to you.

And why does gender have any bearing on age.
Woman can be younger but man can't?
Age is not logical.

The age of two people has nothing to do with
what they cherish in each other.
But, oh no, not according to age!

If relationships work, so be it.
Love and adore no matter what....
especially no matter.....age.

PHANTOM

Where are you?
Right there in front of me?
Or somewhere else
That I cannot see.

I speak, you respond
We hold conversation.

Is there in your eye
a fog, a haze
a shadow of far away
while mine are a'blaze

with longing
and adulation.

You look at me;
your look says yes.
yet I wonder if
I am more or less

a substitute
for someone unseen

Oh, you're there.
I can touch and feel
the only you I can have
and that's not real

The real you
is only in my dream.

BACK TO THE MOUNTAIN

 

For a long time my abode
was on a level plain
where round and round I strode
looking up and down again.

Wondering where I should go
and pondering where I'd been.
You'd think that I would know
the difference 'tween good and sin.

But down in the valley I went
to grovel in the muck.
To all appearences, hell bent,
and without any semblance of luck

Back to the plain once more,
a respite in the plan,
with happiness galore
and really being a man.

Only to slip and slide
with my eyes heavenward,
always up from where I abide,
as if I were a free-flying bird.

So, to the mountain my steps
took me from down below
and I rested from my attempts
to find a place to go.

But good things, it seems,
are not for me to gain,
except in my dreams,
down again, yet I retain...

the thought that it will come,
that day when once again
I will return where I come from,
Back to the Mountain.