Looking for Inspiration in My Prayer and Dreams

11:11 PM and here I am
But where is my inspiration?
I think I am going a bit daft
Trying to resurrect my craft
Yet, not really going anywhere
Not gaining any ground
No inspiration to be found
So I guess I will go to bed
And rest my poor head
Praying for inspiration
To come in my dreams
So that's what I'll do
Pray and Dream
Dream and Pray . . .

Writing and Searching for a Muse

Here I am writing
But not like in the past
When inspiration  came so fast
But I'm searching for a muse
Something to inspire me
But until then
Here I sit writing
But it is just gibberish
Banalities of my desperation
To want to write again
Feeling words and thoughts
Surging through my mind
And through my very soul
That is my goal
As I sit here writing . . .

Time for Bed

Time for bed
A big day ahead
Not a special day
But a big day
With lots to do
Like everyday
All the same
It is a reason
Although lame
Still a reason
Yet so dumb
A dumb reason
To go to bed
Especially so
If the day isn't big
And isn't special
Could it be
I am just tired?
I this is so
It is time for bed

Loving You Everyday of the Week

Tuesday, Tuesday
And I'm thinking of thee
On this fine February day
And all that you mean to me
You are the love of my life
My thoughts are with you
Wanting you are yearning
With you on my mind
Is all that I do . . .
So be it a day like Tuesday
Or Wednesday or Friday
Saturday or Sunday
And even on Monday
I am thinking of thee
And all that you mean to me
All because I love you . . .

Global Warming on a Cold Winter day

A cold Winter day
I say with a grin
Much to the chagrin
Of that political whore
And hedge fund bore
We know as Al Gore
Yes, it is February
And it is icy cold
So all must be told
Sternly reminded
That we are doomed
Our fate being groomed
By Global Warming
Even on a cold Winter day . . .