Category: Robert Vardell

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At the end of the rope Ah let me be more specific At the end of the rope hanging by a thread attached to that rope end Hung from that rope many times in my life. Always had it in me to climb back up. Here lately as I’ve gotten closer to the end of

The world is not meant for perfect happiness

I’m two steps away to being homeless I’m two steps away of being successful Please don’t sneeze I need successful Look at the world If it was meant It wouldn’t be beautiful among its ugliness If it was meant It wouldn’t be beautiful among the greed and misguided Everyone would be the same I get

Aunt Millie

Well honey you know when you reached the age of no its not a tick It’s one of those hairy moles like Aunt Millie has

Hello

There is no measure of my love for you As I am the man I am Every minute I try to be the man you want I know I am not Houses are not built out of paper Stars never seem close Money does not grow on the tree Silk is not what we wear

Captain

Unsteady the horizon Breath of desire Winds of hold on Tears fall from the canvas Over looking the bow Dreams are wonderful Reality is what is set Far fetched as stars I have wished Tied to the mass Unsteady as the horizon Is the heart, the mind Green eyes wonder, green eyes seek Gray seems

Fun Size

The wife was standing there eating a candy bar. Looking down I see wrappers on the ground, they were falling out of her pocket. Before I could address the fact she says they are from work and they are fun size. The response just rolled from my tongue, you keep eating them like that and

Tall Grass

In the tall grass you stand Hands slide around to pull closer Lips kiss the crease of the neck As your hair tumbles in the warm breeze Thoughts roam to the scent that pulls one in as the other finds comfort in ones arms Moments pass to innocent interaction, hands that hold tight in longing

Canvas

Not at the top though in the world Do not see the tone of the colors Feel them Touch with your fingertips Discover within Feel the harmony without sight Know who with silent lips Nurture thought as a tomato plant in a garden Travel even as we lay Canvas with even stroke Although mystery in

Pack a Bag

Notice to all Parents over 60 : Pack a bag Your at the age now where your travels are more to the hospital then to the islands, other states and countries. We both know your not just going once, unless you die that one time. Though in most cases your gonna visit the hospital again,

Dance on my ashes

Take a bow I would do it all again Its been a long introduction in a short time Among the dead oak in tall reeds Standing ankle deep as the crow sounds Starring into myself As a roaring flood I am not done till I am In this life I do consider Even if we