Missing The A Key

Missing The A Key

I hte it when technology fils

When one key flls of the keybord

So hrd to get ides cross

To write them down

Impossible without tht key

It is so silly

Writing words tht hve no mening

Still it is poem

My thoughts

My idea

Without key

I hte it when technology fils

The Hunted

The Hunted

The terrors come when the sun sets

Creatures of legend come to life

Walking the world looking

Hunting for the innocent

They search the moors and forests

The darkened streets and alleys

Dimly lit bars full of drunken people

All are prime hunting grounds

Full of the most vulnerable prey

There is never a chance for mercy

You will be hunted

You will die

That is the way of nature

The strong will live

The weak will not

Nature will decide which is which

In her own time

She-wolf

She-wolf

Listen to her growl

Baying at the lifeless moon

She is on the prowl

Roaming the darkest streets

Her blood red claws dig into the ground

Her nose in the air looking for a scent

She wants a man to quench her passions

Desires so powerful they are no longer human

Her prey doesn’t know she is hunting

She sinks her claws into him as he walks by

Her fangs force him to submit to her

She holds him down and ravishes his body

Taking only what she wants and ignoring the rest

The she-wolf has won the night

Ideas

Ideas

So many people

Each with their own ideas

With their own thoughts

They walk around

Unable to express themselves

An endless haze surrounds them

They aimlessly wander the world

Looking for someone to listen

There is no one there

No one to care

So, many of the ideas die

Unheard and unrealized

They are just no more

Cowboy Memories

Cowboy Memories

Late night in a saloon

A shot of whiskey

Followed by a beer

A six gun by my side

And a royal flush in my hand

Gunfights in the street

With a sheriff to keep the law

Tales of the old west

A world that I would love to see

I was born a century too late

I have to live that life through others

Gene, Roy and Tom Mix

Captured on ages old film

Memories that will last a lifetime

In our hearts mind and soul

The cowboy will live forever

The Beauty Of A Cloud

The Beauty Of A Cloud

Flying miles above the world

The sky below looks strange

Another world with peaks and valleys

The sun casts dark shadows that add to the strangeness

It is so hard to believe that there are people below

They don’t see what I see

They could never imagine the world above them

Such magnificent beauty hidden from the world

If only they could rise up into the air

Even for a single moment

They would see the Heaven they have heard of

They would see the beauty hidden in a cloud

Maybe they would see into the eyes of God

And they would be at peace