I burrow through the space-time co… Into a mystical, mythical, surreal… Lost with a billion suns hurtling… Trapped in a swirling motion into… Time stood still as the gravitatio…

In the twilight of my life I’ve more yesterdays than tomorrow… I reminisce about the past And recall moments of joys and sor… I think about my days of youth

Plumes of thick grey smoke rising A few miles in the distance Just our hopes and dreams burning Our nation ne’er had a chance! Sadly, thieves still rule the land

There lived this rotten old man, a… Then one day he met a young lady,… Uncanny oddball love affair was bo… Unfulfilled rose meets prickly tho… Aye, their romantic entanglement b…

Seconds ticked away Over soon, the lovely day Fond goodbyes we say Only memories remain Of the sunset and the rain

Pure joy and sadness never coexist Neither bliss and grief; for they’… But love and hate can, and often t… Emotions run deep, and debris accr… Love builds and uplifts, but hatre…

In my twilight years An abundance of leisure That; I have for sure! But the days are featureless The hours dull and colorless

Her eyes speak volumes A wide range of emotions She can’t verbalize Sparkle when happy Glisten with tears whene’er sad

Sunlight in her eyes Early morning wakeup call Dream she can’t recall Beautiful blue skies Warm humid the day began

A fork in the road To the west Jerusalem Due east Babylon Thousands traveling eastward But the road west deserted

hearts bleed when in grief as we go through the stages hoping they’ll be brief it’s not happening just our imagination

oh yes! she made a huge mistake! companionship; all she ever wanted so, she dated a man she met at a w… quite old he was; still, the man s… lo! he turned out to be an oversex…

How dare you doubt my existence When here I am, in your presence. If I don’t exist in your view, Most assuredly, neither do you! You say I’m just a fleeting thoug…

As a youth, I felt like superman An immortal, an ultimate warrior But life tempered my outlook Sadly, now I have become a worrie… © F Aparici

upon the porch she sits in rain the swing once theirs, now hers al… its memories of love now flown her heart engulfed by aching pain a swing of reed, a lover’s throne