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Pay It Forward

Now this tale may seem such  a simple story of how this young boy came to me one day and brought before me this feeling of let us say let's pay this forward.
A movement of sorts about what you do or say to heal a heart, in a world of worldly fears.  Now to the story.  My day had begun like any other day with no thoughts or ideas.
Just plod along, day in and day on.  Now, as I walked down this hill my legs began to strain, now I'd passed this young lad the day before and right on by without even saying "hello."
But today my shoelace gave way and than  that boy came running for me. Of course I had been quite scared.  This boy looked at me a smile upon his face, "hello," say he and than he began to tie my shoelace.
He tied my shoe, my shoe he did.   Now what a lad he made me glad and than I thought this boy the kindest human in the world he said hello and tied my shoe.  Now I guess this young lad had caught my bewildered gaze.  "Now Sir," say he.  I seen your shoe, it had been untied and, and I I didn't want you coming to no harm.
You see you were walking down this hill and I had seen your shoe untied, so of course I wanted to tie your shoe.  I didn't want you to fall and hurt your head.  So now sir if you'll let me go, a tear began to roll from my eye, I quickly glanced to my left and to my right and than I quickly rubbed this tear with trembling hand.  So now with one great big smile this lad began to walk away.   "Hey you!" I yelled, " don't you need any money?"  With this he now turned and looked at me with a silly grin, and he said, " pay it forward."
So with this you see now he and I,  we say hello.  With this one great plan of paying it forward.

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Angel of Odd

Olympics blaring from yon TV, a meal of Chef boy'r'dee, alone for a bottle and a jug of beer.
I ponder, wikapedia, my gaze a blurred, ponder, ponder... click, click, click...
I wander, screen a flashing, blogs of stratofears, begining to end, timelines?  What do I read?
Ponder, ponder, ponder.
Another sip,  sip,sip.  mmmm, elbows slip, ponder, ponder, ponder. click, click, click . Tick, tick, tick.
I hear my clock, a time a passing, a whisper in my right ear.
"Now! see hear! Can't you see that not my one  RIGHT good ear. " "I hear a voice?"
An anient voice, one i've never  heard of before.
"I'm ear," is what I hear and sir!" " See hear can't you see that i'm partially deaf?
"Hmmmff!" say he. " You drink the drink of moider! "Can't you see this drink you drink will most likely kill you."
A quick sip on my part, "pardon me kind sir!" "you've gone quite mad," "Mad kind Sir, Mad I say,"
"You me, you see, is best for all, you shall see." " Now See Here! " "KInd Sir!" say I.
"Listen!" say he. "For I am the Angel of the Odd" say he. Anal of the ood.  "Don't you bring that rubbish here kind sir,"
a sniffle as my nose begins to run, "please state your words for me this grandest of grands'" say I.  Know this angels eyebrows rose.
Where upon a bottle of the finest wine, one of the most beautifull bottles I'd  have ever seen, a colorless liquid  seemed to stream, right through the air.  As this spirit began to smile, this stream of wine, poured right from this man's hand.
"Here!"  "Here!" I raise my glass, this angel so kind.  "Now, see here kind sir, this drink is quite good and all, but as you see my glass is quite empty.
I would say hours gone, maybe, minutes no seconds, me and he a staring. " Again, Again! kind sir fill my glass again. " I wince at him  that be me and I nod my head once again.
"Gofer it den," he say. a great smash, is what i hear my bottle and my glass an empty pitcher of good beer .
Thus, this and of odd.
His wish and care of me seems to be quite odd.
As I rose to clean this mess left behind by this night, this night.  Was it all real or have I lost my mind?  This night, have I met my angel of odd.  Now I know this angel was trying to tell me something with his antics. Or have I lost my mind.  I think I want to meet this angel once again.  So yes, to the cupboard I soon went.  aaaah!  yes here it is.  My! So alone you  look. So, join me at my table, this bottle seemed to shine.  Yes my angel of odd, we shall continue our conversation, once again.

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I Wave the Peace Sign

I wave the peace sign, everywhere I go, you know, to and fro. 
As I board the city bus,  I wave the peace sign.
Now what's the fuss you know, now, That  I've now paid my full share, of fare.
I wave the peace sign as I pass, my fellow passengers.
Sneers, leers, and jeers.  Oh my, my poor ears.
So now with this I received, I wave the peace sign as I leave.

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A Flower Blooms, Made of Concrete

Ha, Ha, Ha.
It's getting better now, days of wine and roses,  dates, and alpine courses.
But through the haze of lost days, mornings, noons, and nights.
Everyday now!
A flower blooms, made of concrete.
weary morns,  hair afoul, breathe I breathe.
head a pounding, sounds afouling.
A flower blooms, made of concrete.

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You and the Spring Breeze

I feel the warmth,  of  a pre summer -spring breeze
    gently, caressingly, ohhh it's so nice.
My hair,  a tingly feeling throught my spine.
      You and the spring breeze.
 I reminisce of a Happy time!  
    Of ice cream cones, a dripping,
  Sunlite beaches,
    with a babe, a playing.
That traffic noise,  is so distracting.
But,  at a stop,  engines humming.
There is an unknown energy, in the air
Summer is coming! 
Spring is Here!

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Everymoment, Everlasting

Every moment, everlasting.
A gift?
I'll cherish every moment of every day that I have lived and learned.

Everything that is new of this life is now, old.
Everthing that is old in this life  is now, new.

For whomever seekith the light of life.
beware of your own shadow.

Everything of this earth I once knew, and now all is foreign.
For even the prettiest of flower's has to push through the very cruel harsh earth that has given it life.

Every moment, everlasting.

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Dreams

As I slowly fade in my hovel,  TV speakers  playing.  I dream of a cave a lone figure?  A whisper, "Zareba."  Zareba?  In my head.  I ponder.  A monolith appears, so transparent it is.
Ohh!  The admiral bounty of this scene, in my head?
I reminisce of happy times.
The traffic noise is distracting.
Wait!
Is this really all but a dream?
Ohh! 
How I wish this dream.
SO true?

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At Play In the Devil's Playground

Daylight rises,
     filthy rags, ' in the corner', of my room.

I smell a stench in the air.

What has become of me.
  thinking back of yesteryears.

Used to be a time when i was young.
     living fast and free.

Times are a changing.
  those golden years long gone.

Death has a way of dragging you downtown.  Excuse me now,  the devil has called me to play in his playground.

Darkness falls.

 Sirens blare,  helicopters overhead.

  I pull my hoody up.
  Is a very chilly night in the devils playground.

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Spring Is Coming Soon

I feel an energy of an unseen nature,
  eminating, from the earth's atmosphere's.
   Outer stratosphere's.

   Subliminal, 
     I must say so.


The sun a blazing,  a gentle wind blows, caressingly.

   Ohhh it's so nice outside.

I reminisce of happy times.
  Of ice cream cones, a dripping.

Sun lit beaches.
  Babes a playing.

That traffic noise is so distracting.
 Engines a humming.

Almost have forgotten.

Yes, i have felt that energy before.

Spring Is Coming Soon!!!
Sping IS Coming Soon!!!
Spring IS Coming Soon!!!

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Living

I remember when life was free.

  Do you?


  Social media,
   Pushing in.


what, now ya know me ?  
  ya, funny.

I hasen't a posted notin.
  since lord 2006

Is last time i cared 
  last time,
   I laughed.


I

Remember.

Do you?

we call it.

Living.