What happened to tomorrow It was just here yesterday What happened to tomorrow It seems to have run away Taking with it all my dreams

I speak of what was lost Since I came upon this place Once a garden tendered strong Now weeds and dry earth did replac… My Eden

The rites seem wrong It gets in the way When I wish to pray I know there is a belief in me That has been warped

I can write a happy poem This I’ve always known Despite the part of angry me That reveals itself in my poetry There remains a child deep inside

My dog Hardly a fitting title For so vital a part of my life There is nowhere I go When he’s not under toe

Belief in what I know Indeed thin ice upon which to skat… With much cold water and little ai… My burning question has always been

The quiet of being me I need no bombast No crowds of adoring people Only the quiet of me Listening to the voice that whispe…

I walked through a graveyard It was dusk short of night I marveled at my sense of fright Expecting rising ghouls or bloody… Sticking through the well trimmed…

Conspiracy They plot away In some secret mountain retreat Nestled in the Swiss Alps A chalet tended by deaf servants

Time you thief robbing me so I never felt a lost moment or your rushing me forward

“Judgment” How cruel the word in this less than perfect world Giving allowance to all measuring by absurd standards