That Night Was Beautiful

I can't write well!!!

That night was beautiful in the daytime.  On one side of the world it was; on the other side not.
Like a ball of twine.  My love is lost.  I don't know how he does it.  I don't know who he is, but he
is still and how can he be there or here for me?  No, it is some greater framework, some greater
business of all of life.  It is better for life to be about love.  It is better for Love to be about life.

Why do we worship you then?  Why do we survive?  Why should there be one chorus to worship a
man like there is one chorus to worship a woman? What is the quandary of all; why is it over, why
should it not matter anymore, whatever we thought out to do; whatever we thought we would do?
I don't want anyone else to do anything do I?  Yes!  I want someone to read this poem.  Then I

want to keep going through some swamp that is a feat and not to be left out totally.  Did I get your
attention?  To get the man to come to dinner?  This is about what we want and how we can help
each other.  "You can't help me," the man said to the woman at home. "I'm staring in front of a
computer."  Today I hit my mother's car by forgetting to look backwards.  Tomorrow, what will

be the new catastrophe or defeat?

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

Stuck in any present can be a harrowing thing. At times there are certain inscidents which come to us and we truly are at risk of facin dissociation of heart and mind. When that happens it is virtually impossible to determine right there in there only in retrospect we begin to untangle the mess. At times is takes its tow. Mostly emotional. Maybe only maybe there has been a bit of intronspection one can begin to look forward. The writing here certainly would indicate leading to an introspective moment and it seems to await the future with aprehension.

Great questions

Thankyou

[The Twin Arenas]

don't forget to look backwards or you will get in an accident.
a s****y deal when it's all out in front.

yeah, you can write well.

this was a weird one.