When you cease to pay watch the love dwindle.

America reminds me of a grieving widow,
While at her dearly departed’s wake
She is portraying her distress as if an actress out to win an Oscar.

While, secretly counting life insurance money in the back of her head. …

On the other side of the spectrum “History will absolve me” F.C.
Time will tell….. Na Na Na Na Na Na.

Hee Haw…………….

Merry Christmas: ClICHE’ a private meeting is in session with HOPE.

I met her at a party:

Ella, She has two toned blonde hair and wet red lips:

She wanted to wrestle Me:

She offered a suggestion this, as a Christmas gift to you one and all:

Check the batteries in your household smoke detectors…..

So you will be informed that where there is smoke there is ……

A Point proved or proven…………………

J.R.G.

Nakedness on a sailboat or The Suffocation of man:

Working yourself in circles are ya love?

Working yourself in circles are ya mate?

They have it all figured out for you from the day your born to the day you die:

THIS:

Keep paying, else a percentage more if your late.

Lest: Not forget it’s the greatest system upon earth, so They say,

Rammed down our throats, so clever, counting money while you wait.

Objective: Your youth whiled away, elasticity now gone, bones ache, and waddeling over to your gold plated walker.. Bravo! You made it.

Your the iceing on the cake of this the beast, the monster, bleak really the shadow cast, of the glamorous life… a wolf in sheeps clothing… lurks, come to pretend, it just sits out on the doorstep, and through mans contrived devices, well, we quite unwittingly invite him in, and for scott free at that!

It is my hope that we as mankind do not destroy what is left of Natural beauty.

Your nose is in front of your face:

and ENTITLED to happiness.

John Gerace.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: from CoCo Beach to Cudjoe Bay we the Steinbeckian Sailors went.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: the sounds of water splashing on hull reminds me of a bath in a candle lit room.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: The Rigging sing’s in tenor like the voice of Angels:

Sailing down the Intercoastal: Viewing a south bound path:

Sailing down the Intercoastal: Porpoise ride the wake off bow, like mermaids in Pink nighty’s singing the stones “Hey you get off of my cloud”.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: Amongst sunrises and rainbows that I can see both ends at once.. two pot’s of gold.

Sailing down the Intercoastal : leads me to ask, What If?
Instilled human values are dirty substances.

Sailing down the Intercoastal : Pitching and rolling like an advertising company selling sardine sandwiches for paper dollars.

Sailing down the Intercoastal : I hear a train whistle blow off in the distance, I assume there is a track nearby, but this is only a minds eye view:

Sailing down the Intercoastal : Looking through a non assumeing rhetorical eye at a moon that is setting away from ourselves, situations can and do constantly arise.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: The din of the distant sea is in my ears, I question and look towards the sinking moon like a depravity of mans convoluted choices that leeds us to our present lives.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: At times the rivers flow is stronger the the push of the wind.

How is it we find all we have ever known is what we have heard read or seen? Compliments of who? These instilled values surely some if not many are dirty substances….

The angels are now singing again through the rigging about a gestation period…. before a birth………..