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TO BE LOVED

I care not how it comes;
That is, the last breath I take.
Though I prefer it without pain,
And while sleeping, not awake.

Expectations have been few,
But I've had my share of dreams.
Especially as the world got tougher
And I had to paddle upstream.

Now all of this is of little consequence.
It's importance has long since past.
To lament former events is senseless
When no one has ever asked.

While deeds can be virtuous
For self esteem and more thereof,,
There's a feeling for which I ache,
The feeling of being loved.

When my time draws near,
And these thoughts may be revealing,
Though the love may not be valid
I still want to have that feeling.

I AM

I am life's segue,
A stepping stone form here to there;
A brief interaction
Before you go elsewhere.

I am the last thing on your list,
But the first if you need a boost,
A helping hand, a shoulder to cry on,
Especially when you get juiced.

I fill the gap
When you think you are bored.
I'm the entertainment
Because I'm all you can afford.

I am rock solid.
When your universe goes astray,
You come to me for consolation
When others turn away.

I am life's segue,
A stepping stone from here to there.
Merely a brief interaction
Before you go elsewhere.

A MOST WONDROUS FRUIT

Grown in the garden, they're a source of great pride;
They can be sliced, diced, baked or fried;
But we like ours without all the fuss,
Between two slabs of bread is fine with us.
Yes, the tomato is a most wondrous fruit,
And unlike beans they don't make you toot.
So hail, the tomato; red, yellow or green.
I shall always consider you haute cuisine.

INTERNET SUPPORT GROUP

One person in distress cries out,
And unseen voices promptly reply.
Rhythmic words of solace
Soothe just like a childhood lullaby.

The heart is feeling heavy,
The load too ponderous to bear;
But another day gone by
Means one less day of despair.

It's the fear of the unknown
That drains the core of our soul.
Can we truly feel a part of something
If we feel less than whole.

It's you that keeps me anchored
When I think the ground has disappeared.
It's you that keeps me hopeful
And lends a compassionate ear.

When traversing rough terrain
Or when life seems so unfair,
I'm thankful for your presence
And grateful that you care.

OMISSION OF WORDS

Eyes gazing past me as you speak.
Is it me that you address?
Your omission of words is considerable,
But I do not want to press.

A glance suddenly diverted.
Indifference blanketing your face.
As much as I want to draw you out,
I feel it is not my place.

A holding cell I cannot reach;
Thoughts warily locked away.
Those invisible, vertical bars
Forever keeping me at bay.

But the burdens that you shoulder
Grow heavier with time;
Plundering your emotions,
Confounding a grieving mind.

Listen closely to the silence.
The unspoken is clearly heard.
There's resonance in your muteness
Through the omission of your words.