FLOWER FROZEN

W.C. I laugh and smile I frown and complain I speak what I think and well keep a piece of myself just to me. I must say of what I think your picture holds to my gray. Like this, Howdy nice to meet you my name is W.C. don't worry about the 45 I am about to place my right hand on as the 3-80 in my left will surfice. So you are new to the street I live on dang just a second hold this thanks my hand was getting a little tired as the pin to that gernade I left in my other pants. Don't worry as I will be back yet at this time I'm late I need to pick up my daughter from her date. I'm never late by the way if you have some duct tape you can place it to the lever just keep it tight. Place it in my mail box I will get it when the papper comes no worries the mail main is a friend of mine. Got to go nice to meet you and have a fine day. Steven A. Kacer

Magic. I wonder if you have a place in your gray that is to say you are ok. In my mind you are better than most yet I must excuse myself. I find that when life is to a comfort zone. I tend to lack on the way of words that should be placed. I guess I'm just me. So to reflect upon the day I write you a frind a person I love a poem of a flower. FLOWER Look under your feet It's me It's me. O well it matters not Void of simple thoughts. It's me It's me a flower You that gave me a shower. Thanks for the red mud It stops the blood. Now you cry to earth Your tears offer my birth. Steven A. Kacer

I smile and yet I wonder why I love the written word that passes by the gray that I keep. Steven A. Kacer

Seren. Thanks for the time spent. As you can see the extra R is now not to be. Have a fine day. Steven A. Kacer

Wirdelf. Strange yet true as I see the dominant eye is my left yet I write with my right. Perhaps the conflection of confliction in my gray. The cross hair my friend must be imprented in my brain as I see it clear even if looking at a smile. No matter as the mouse is not in the house. I laugh at myself as to the truth of the day. The mouse is in the house as where else could he survive. Good luck on the morrow of life. Do me a favor and don't move don't even twitch. Did you not hear the click when you took that last step. No worries just relaxe as I have done this a few times in the past. I understand I look like a fool with a small tool digging at the dirt. Ok do me a favor and step backwords to the picture of my feet when you are clear then I will finish this job and if I'm not at role call then eat what was placed for me. Steven A. Kacer

Logic. I don't know why yet my name is important to me. My father said let him be called Steven not Stephen. Alan not Allen. Kacer well not Kaser as so many seem to think. I know not why the wolf without eyes. The ghost of a dead man as well as a ship from the sky spent time with me yet they did and what the heck I'm just me a redneck named Steven A. Steven A. Kacer

Jayne, It is now almost Christmas in my neck of the woods. Thanks for the kind words placed to my poetry. Have a fine day and I hope all is well. Your friend. Steven A. Kacer

Orgami. I my friend hold a view of a smile to a fish. As you know I love the lady the sea. Yet I smile when her children are to dance. As a school of sardines are to play in my gray of past. They flew like they had wings jumping and running forward and back yet agian. They offered a smile from my gray that I will keep to place a smile to in my grave. Then as you say as your thought is well to the picture you place to me. I see a soldier that is to drown in hypocracry as he holds his cover so tight that his hands are to bleed. I look to the bird the dog the cat with a stripe yes even the skunk I hold love. Yet as you seem to understand me as even the bum on the street holds a place to me. Your picture places a awe to me as now you no longer look like a redneck my friend. you place a picture of much deeper thought. I will say what I think. Not to be rude just what I see in a picture of your eyes I find a soldier yes a hunter for sure a man of past and a person of truth. Thinking at this moment in time my mind at ease. The question I would ask you would simply be to tell why the wolf without eyes came on that day to take me away? I wonder as I ask that why did the Mexican wolf that no man could get close to sit by me and eat from my hand. I guess I will not know the reason why as so many things have came to my mind. Well if you can Explain to me the reason for the wolves my friend if not then by chance this dog is barking up the wrong tree. Steven A. Kacer

With age comes wisdome. What the hell I'm getting older as we speak. You my friend are well to words short and sweet.

Mona, I walk each day usually before the sun is to awake. Yet this day I slept in and when I walked the dog and by chance what did I find. Yes a flower had made her way small she is yet so fine to the minds eye. She I think road the wind on the back of a bull thorn. Yet so fine so small so sweet her face is of a small daisey. Holding a yellow so bright a white so clean. I guess in my mind that is to say. God made flowers and men make machines. Laughing at my mind as I cannot place hand to her as she holds so little time in life. With that I will say have a fine Sunday. Your friend in words spoken and in words lost to the wind. Steven A. Kacer

My fine poet of truth. I have no answer yet I ponder the thought placed. I say only this. I never thought of the wolf without eyes untill he came for me. He lost the battle as there was three that shot so many times to darkness. Yet he just kept comming. We must have placed pain to his life. Yet never even a yelp was heard. Funny yet not as we became a circle of three when we thought our only choice was to walk away. In the dark we walked fifteen miles never to tire and made our way to the light of the day. Perhaps you have a better clue to what it was and why it came for us. Now to the wolf from Mexico. I don't know why yet I stoped at a store to purchase a few things and watched as there were many dogs as to a pack. one was the only leader so what the heck I asked. The store owner said to my question as I asked is that a wolf as he looks like one I have seen in the past. Yes he came here about four years ago. And please she stated don't get near him as no person has ever been able to coax him. I purchased milk and bred and the the largest bag of dog food I have seen in a store. I asked her if I bought this dog food would you be willing to make sure that dog is feed. I gave her the price of the food and fifty bucks and said I will be back so please remember why I sprnt the money and do what you promissed you would do. Before I left the store I bought a pack of animal cookies and sat in the dirt outside the wolf after about a hour or two walked to me and sat down on the ground. He would not take a cookie in fact he growled at me yet I just talked to him. He finaly came close and ate from my hand. I got up and said my friend you should be feed each day . Just be smart and don't bite the shopkeeper. I got up walked to the truck and never wen't back agian. I laugh at myself as the truth is what I speak. My friends don't have a clue to things like I just explained. As to my lady of the dark. This is a story of truth and just the start of what has been placed to my plat of life. Sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Steven A. Kacer.