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This world’s anxious winds blow with its dismal tales of woe in days of doubt and fear most wretched are we souls here seeing no light ahead..

For my grandparents

A Reckoning for Evil Doers A twisted nursery rhyme mimicking "Sing a Song of Sixpence"

Mimicking "Little Miss Muffet"

Inspired by the movies Willard (1971) and Ben (1972)

Just a weird little something that came to me

An old poem written for my anniversary one year. I don't recall which year. It was before we moved away from Missouri. So, the poem predates 2007.

Cold winter heart of greedHeart frozen in hate bears seedIts cruel dross bears no-thing…Took all, left no song to sing.When all is said and don..

We thought we’d fought…Fought the battle and won…Believed we could relax,give up the hard run.But the truth is…We didn&rsqu..

We are star stuff walking on stardust. In stellar crucibles, what we are was born. From stardust, we all coalesced. The universe is in us because w..