w e a l t h is a lifetime of material and spiritual experience

In the silence of late night
I feel the eyes
and in the darkness of deep winter
i sometimes hear the stealth.

He's there

First detected years ago
I thought , perhaps, imagination.
A flit in the corner of my eye
then time passed
and the clues
became more frequent.

Until
sometimes in crowded rooms
a full shadow sitting in the rear
who whisked away when focused on.

he's posted on Neo
for years
as many of you know

is very unwell
blame
Parkinson's Disease

he experiences pain
feels his time is short
but Joe Geremia
remains with us

a gift we celebrate

he asked that
I say hello to you
such a small request

I said
that I would...

Nothing can be done due to the nexus
Responding after criminal transgress
Aware of all the underhandedness
Tossing out their response and other mess

Did they forget about vocal witness?
Expecting pardon for actions ruthless?
Adherents of an ethos pitiless
Can never expect any forgiveness

I don't want to do this anymore
and I don't want to be here anymore.
I don't want to feel this
and I don't want to be this.
I don't want to do this anymore.

SUN SETS TODAY

The days seem to end
as sun sets towards
the invisible horizon

there is still some time to amend
as the sun waits for a moment

they say God
but I think Grace
of the moment
to enable all to give their salutations
as the Son sets finally

the last post rings loudly
yesterday they did say

FOR HIM
the bells must as they will
Toll today

The greatest human of the day
just like anyone else
gradually passed away

A sinister self chases the Satan’s spirit.

Forever is long gone,
Tis tomorrow we bid farewell,
Now is reckoned,
Today is that reality.

The bell is tolled,
Walking down the aisle,
It's that resplendence,
My bride once my pride,
All but nostalgia.

How did this come to be?
romance all brilliance
bereft of tolerance,
Perchance all is nuisance,
Capacity full of clutter
Pshaw! What a charade.

Were memories fungible,
trying despite blemishes of self,
my question still arises,
Why did I love you?

Marriage is like union of wick and wax, illuminating with light of love, weathering the storms
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*Still at times I catch
myself rubbing on the scar
of companions past
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Into familiar woods I go
as summer passes half away.
i watch my step, I'm careful , slow
while far above me oak tips sway.

After about a hundred yards
I come upon a rusted chair
near where I once found pottery shards
when years ago I left it there.

I figure I've gone far enough
for the first trek since my surgery.
there's no denying I'm not as tough
as I one time used to be.