a sincere apology with a poem of my reality.

I apologize for all the real or perceived finalities, tis the best i can do.. in a world without dew, which glistens with hope from a dope without shame...for a sin i exclaim from a fame i despise...tho the clouds of my eyes says yes to the best ... good lord turn my lies to your truth...I advise...Celebacy of word...release me into the folds of the heart...it is my best part... I could go on forever... this poetry of nether... but I bid you adieu...not what you my think...tis only for now ... a time...this i vow..tho a sin in the now... I wish i could meld in a spockian way...my soul into yours...but would be unfair... those who wish could complete..if you dare....

Can you please send me your email address? I attempted to send you something a few days ago, but noticed your email was not open. If you choose not to, I understand.
Thank you.

susan... a special word. Worry and Reach thank you.
Susan, you have always been so nice.. I am so richened by your hope and very happy that my words were yours and lifted you if for an instant. You can and will always Reach for that instant and will not Worry about the vast dark which can not resist the light of your love for all that surround you. God bless us all...everyone

Yet again I enjoyed your poem, and I am not usually a fan of poetry except when part of a song. I also like that signature! As for those indifferent cats, I'm sure tey are. And yet..... I was strictly a dog man when it came to pets for my 1st 40 years or so. Then my wife got a cat named Booger, and for some reason the cat bonded to me, the one who had no use for cats. That cat would greet me at the door, come when I whistled(sometimes), and would play like a dog. 19 years later he up and died on us, and I grieved as though for an only son. Though I hid it from most folks, still it bothered me for years. I think I was embarrassed to grieve so much over a danged cat. After some months, my wife just had to get another one against my wishes. This time 2, a feral brother and sister, Max and Ruby. And though I tried to resist them, once again both bonded to me above every one else for some odd reason. They will have a little to do with my wife and nothing to do with anyone else.

Anyway, I hold cats in somewhat higher esteem than I did for most of my life.

Bill

Dogs have owners, Cats have staff.

Duke, thank you!! I wish you well.......well...as well.[ its all in the tonality of the word]

BiilyBob. thats a nice story...I think cats go to heaven also, btw...

Purgatory...its funny. I never liked poetry...until many years after being forced fed it in school. I never liked Emerson for the same reason.{do now!} All things in their own time. btw I thought of you just yesterday... I miss your mind... in an aimless way. I have no idea what that means, but it makes sense to me... To paraphrase Gahan Wilson. I writes what I seize...

I honestly am not looking for support... I have discovered poetry and its freedom in love..but when it comes{support}...and it always does...I weep joy. Not just on the forum...but in all my daily wonderings..

See ya