Good bye, my floppy friend.
The CD is here to replace you...

As a child, in a sun-bathed meadow I once stood.
All around me, wild plants waved their heads...

Few things in life can ever be so very hard
As bursting forth a flower in the prison yard...

Of all the human qualities that negative may be
It's arrogance and haughtiness that I can't stand...

All things are holographic to the core,
I bet you didn't know that before...

The oafish pundits of political correctness,
Should wipe their in-between-the-ears wetness...

Two hundred countries of the Earth,
Like twenty tens of channels...

On the other side of the world,
While you're awake...

In twilight depths, the moon is hanging still,
The indigo of the impending night is shocking...

( The poem below is humor- do not take it...
Of all the great loves that I have been through...

To be unwanted isn\'t something awful
For if we aren't on somebody\'s menu list...

To make your poems neater,
They've got to have a meter...