days of

sitting around

day dreaming

seem extinct

downtime hasn't

gone the way

it once did

day dreaming

no need

to go into it

down days

day dreaming

who doesn't know

the lonely feeling

of emptiness

day dreaming

sitting around

an empty room

full of

bad dreams

day dreaming

Steve Burkett

rnkt

2-3-17

Tigana my love

My Dearest Love, My Heart of Hearts,

The dream that gets me out of bed in the morning and rests my tired had at night.

I awaken to the rain running down my pain this morning and I ask myself are those the tears of my mourning for my wasted life. The rain has stopped for now as I bring sweet memories of you into my thoughts, forever yesterdays and all our tomorrows.

I got a message from you yesterday, it was printed out on December 23 – there was no postmark on it but I'm sure it was mailed out about that time - slow mail again :-) I got your B-day card last week <3 I've started a letter a little at a time because my finger won't hardly bend. I think of you every day – not a minute goes by my thoughts are not of my love – you are my dreams and sleep – the body that warms mine on cold nights for years and years and years <3 <3 Feel my body against yours during the stormy times, feel me always there with you within your heart. I kiss you good morning my love as I do every morning – I love you with everything that I am.

Love You Always, Forever & Ever

Steve

Irish Soup Journal

2-6-17

Notes – Remembering – Poetry – Short Stories – Art - Bull - Steve

– Happy Valentines Day My Love <3

You'll have to forgive me for my shortcomings, after all I am part Neanderthal so I heard you say :-)

There's nothing sadder in this world than to wake up in the mornings alone with nothing to look forward to except another yesterday :-(

My obligation as an artist and poet is to paint the world the way I see it.

One night I fell asleep coming home from aunt Alice's, I was about five. I remember mama carrying me in, putting me to bed and kissing me good night. The women in my family have always been strong.

Those who don't receive pleasure from a good book, a poem, good music, art, or the happiness of others must be intolerably stupid. With all the joys in life I enjoy you still bring the big smile to my heart <3

I find it hard not to live in the past. I would do anything to see the world through the eyes of my inner child again or to be a 16-year-old boy listening to your laughter.

What has happened to my sister Linda?

Bugbear: object of dread. My biggest bug bear is eating the food in the mess hall :-) I would rather fall into a sopor :-) I love you.

May your night be warm and your dream be sweet <3