Overloaded circuits…
Burned out?
Just about?
Pass the anti-depressants,
Maybe I need a rubber room,
In a home of convalescents…
A battery jump maybe I do need,
My brain patterns all gone to seed,
Wish I could my sad thoughts be freed,
To the gods for my sanity I do plead…
Passed over,
Can’t find a four-leaf clover,
No one to screw from a state with the capitol Dover,
Better I am to tell the dog to just roll-over…
Sleep does be what I do desire,
Staying awake for days leaves me like on a tight wire,
Touched I am, my sanity waning,
Wish instead it would snow, rather than just raining…
© ed ~ 12/3/05
Love & Light,
Joseph
Regis
Love Tinka
as the ocean speaks let go of the freaks
that fill the ear with thoughts of fear
come back and tell that you left hell
..........behind..........
love,
Eileen
TX