About The Weather

The Humid air is taking some getting used to. I would like to say
I like the hot weather, but then I'd be just flat out telling a story.
I was built for coolness.
I want to find the covers at night
And pull them up tight.
Help me find the covers.
A summertime place up North or down South
Close to a pole where it's cool.
Worth the risk of getting eat by a Polar Bear.
I'll come back to Alabama in December and help
Pick up pecans.
But when it comes to living, let me have mine cool and breezy.
Like I have found the darkness in my dreams.
Bitter cold International Falls sixty below
I never felt a thing.
I was wearing everything; all of my clothes
the breaks were frozen and I had to get out and crawl;
Down on my hands and knees to get free.
I was happy though, cause at least it's not hot.
I was thinking. Now this humidity's another thing.
Like a sauna. Crawling across my skin.

What Makes Life Worth Living

They never write back. I see little chance she ever will.
She's not a writer. Even if she does write, she does not write to me.
I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of being there alone.
The world's not fair to me, to my ilk.
I accept my aloofness, but I don't like it.
I don't think it's fair. But I know it is fair.
I know I have alienated myself and I know I'll be alone from now on.
So be it, leave me to it. Quit looking over my shoulder.
No one is coming. No one ever will.
Be kind. Be nice, but don't think that will ever be enough.
She's not calling. She's not writing. She's not really there.
The whole idea was a sham.
I get this way every Spring. What's the matter with me?
When will I learn?
I guess I'll never give up hope and that's what makes life worth living.

Mother's Day was Yesterday

The conservative ideas of a mongrel have my mind in total chaotic state. I am confused. I stay confused and rarely find my way out of so lost a state of mind. I'm not into this at all and I find myself lonely and frightened. I go on. The way I'm doing now. I go on and I still try to just write through the emotional let downs. Emotions running very high right now. It's about that time. The magical time is when I am about to get to do something I like doing. And this time of this day is fast approaching. Happy belated Mother's day. I miss you. I love you and I see you in my minds eye. I try talking to you, like I talk to Jesus, in my mind. I was a the grave today, but I'm not much on grave yards. Please forgive me for not being there more often. I'm sorry. I love you Mama and I miss you. If you can put in a good word for me, please help me find peace.